O, sir! I must not tell my age.
They say women and music should never be dated.
58
GOLDSMITH: _She Stoops to Con.,_ Act iii.

What is the worst of woes that wait on age?
What stamps the wrinkle deeper on the brow?
To view each loved one blotted from life's page,
And be alone on earth as I am now.
59
BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto ii., St. 98.

Old age comes on apace to ravage all the clime.
60
BEATTIE: _The Minstrel,_ Bk. i., St. 25.

But an old age serene and bright,
And lovely as a Lapland night,
Shall lead thee to thy grave.
61
WORDSWORTH: _To a Young Lady._


=Agony.=

A solitary shriek, the bubbling cry
Of some strong swimmer in his agony.
62
BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto ii., St. 53.