In youth alone, unhappy mortals live; But, ah! the mighty bliss is fugitive: Discolored sickness, anxious labor, come, And age, and death's inexorable doom.
Georgics (29 BC)
In youth alone, unhappy mortals live; But, ah! the mighty bliss is fugitive: Discolored sickness, anxious labor, come, And age, and death's inexorable doom.
Georgics (29 BC)