Part II

Now int' our second grievance I must break,'That loss of strength makes understanding weak.'I grieve no more my youthful strength to want,Than, young, that of a bull, or elephant;Then with that force content, which Nature gave,Nor am I now displeased with what I have.When the young wrestlers at their sport grew warm,Old Milo wept, to see his naked arm;And cried, 'twas dead. Trifler! thine heart and head,And all that's in them (not thy arm) are dead;This folly every looker on derides,To glory only in thy arms and sides.Our gallant ancestors let fall no tears,Their strength decreasing by increasing years;But they advanced in wisdom every hour,And made the commonwealth advance in power.But orators may grieve, for in their sides,Rather than heads, their faculty abides;Yet I have heard old voices loud and clear,And still my own sometimes the Senate hear.When th'old with smooth and gentle voices plead,They by the ear their well-pleased audience lead:Which, if I had not strength enough to do,I could (my Lælius, and my Scipio)What's to be done, or not be done, instruct,And to the maxims of good life conduct.Cneius and Publius Scipio, and (that manOf men) your grandsire, the great African,Were joyful when the flower of noble bloodCrowded their dwellings, and attending stood,Like oracles their counsels to receive,How in their progress they should act and live.And they whose high examples youth obeys,Are not despisèd, though their strength decays;And those decays (to speak the naked truth,Though the defects of age) were crimes of youth.Intemp'rate youth (by sad experience found)Ends in an age imperfect and unsound.Cyrus, though aged (if Xenophon say true),Lucius Metellus (whom when young I knew),Who held (after his second consulate)Twenty-two years the high pontificate;Neither of these in body, or in mind,Before their death the least decay did find.I speak not of myself, though none denyTo age, to praise their youth the liberty:Such an unwasted strength I cannot boast,Yet now my years are eighty-four almost:And though from what it was my strength is far,Both in the first and second Punic war,Nor at Thermopylæ, under Glabrio,Nor when I Consul into Spain did go;But yet I feel no weakness, nor hath lengthOf winters quite enervated my strength;And I, my guest, my client, or my friend,Still in the courts of justice can defend:Neither must I that proverb's truth allow,'Who would be ancient, must be early so.'I would be youthful still, and find no needTo appear old, till I was so indeed.And yet you see my hours not idle are,Though with your strength I cannot mine compare;Yet this centurion's doth your's surmount,Not therefore him the better man I count.Milo when ent'ring the Olympic game,With a huge ox upon his shoulder came.Would you the force of Milo's body find,Rather than of Pythagoras's mind?The force which Nature gives with care retain,But when decay'd, 'tis folly to complain.In age to wish for youth is full as vain,As for a youth to turn a child again.Simple and certain Nature's ways appear,As she sets forth the seasons of the year.So in all parts of life we find her truth,Weakness to childhood, rashness to our youth;To elder years to be discreet and grave,Then to old age maturity she gave.(Scipio) you know, how Massinissa bearsHis kingly port at more than ninety years;When marching with his foot, he walks till night;When with his horse, he never will alight;Though cold or wet, his head is always bare;So hot, so dry, his aged members are.You see how exercise and temperanceEven to old years a youthful strength advance.Our law (because from age our strength retires)No duty which belongs to strength requires.But age doth many men so feeble make,That they no great design can undertake;Yet that to age not singly is applied,But to all man's infirmities beside.That Scipio, who adopted you, did fallInto such pains, he had no health at all;Who else had equall'd Africanus' parts,Exceeding him in all the lib'ral arts:Why should those errors then imputed beTo age alone, from which our youth's not free?Every disease of age we may prevent,Like those of youth, by being diligent.When sick, such mod'rate exercise we use,And diet, as our vital heat renews;And if our body thence refreshment finds,Then must we also exercise our minds.If with continual oil we not supplyOur lamp, the light for want of it will die;Though bodies may be tired with exercise,No weariness the mind could e'er surprise.Cæcilius the comedian, when of ageHe represents the follies on the stage,They're credulous, forgetful, dissolute;Neither those crimes to age he doth impute,But to old men, to whom those crimes belong.Lust, petulance, rashness, are in youth more strongThan ago, and yet young men those vices hate,Who virtuous are, discreet, and temperate:And so, what we call dotage seldom breedsIn bodies, but where nature sow'd the seeds.There are five daughters, and four gallant sons,In whom the blood of noble Appius runs,With a most num'rous family beside,Whom he alone, though old and blind, did guide.Yet his clear-sighted mind was still intent,And to his business like a bow stood bent:By children, servants, neighbours so esteem'd,He not a master, but a monarch seem'd.All his relations his admirers were,His sons paid rev'rence, and his servants fear:The order and the ancient disciplineOf Romans, did in all his actions shine.Authority kept up old age secures,Whose dignity as long as life endures.Something of youth I in old age approve,But more the marks of age in youth I love.Who this observes may in his body findDecrepit age, but never in his mind.The seven volumes of my own reports,Wherein are all the pleadings of our courts;All noble monuments of Greece are comeUnto my hands, with those of ancient Rome.The pontificial, and the civil law,I study still, and thence orations draw;And to confirm my memory, at night,What I hear, see, or do, by day, recite.These exercises for my thoughts I find;These labours are the chariots of my mind.To serve my friends, the Senate I frequent,And there what I before digested vent;Which only from my strength of mind proceeds,Not any outward force of body needs;Which, if I could not do, I should delightOn what I would to ruminate at night.Who in such practices their minds engage,Nor fear nor think of their approaching age,Which by degrees invisibly doth creep:Nor do we seem to die, but fall asleep.