Old age doth in sharp pains abound; We are belabored by the gout, Our blindness is a dark profound, Our deafness each one laughs about. Then reason's… - Pierre-Jean de Béranger

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Old age doth in sharp pains abound; We are belabored by the gout,
Our blindness is a dark profound, Our deafness each one laughs about.
Then reason's light with falling ray Doth but a trembling flicker cast.
Honor to age, ye children pay! Alas! my fifty years are past!