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. 350 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 bears His 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. 360 You see how exercise and temperance Even 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 fall Into such pains, he had no health at all; 370 Who else had equall'd Africanus' parts, Exceeding him in all the lib'ral arts: Why should those errors then imputed be To 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, 377 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 supply Our 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 age He 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 strong 390 Than ago, and yet young men those vices hate, Who virtuous are, discreet, and temperate: And so, what we call dotage seldom breeds In 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: 400 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 discipline Of Romans, did in all his actions shine. Authority kept up old age secures,