Some old men, continually praise the time of their youth. In fact, you would almost think that there were no fools in their days, but unluckily they themselves are left as an example.
Alexander PopeWhat woeful stuff this madrigal would be, In some starved hackney sonneteer, or me! But let a lord once own the happy lines, How the wit brightens! how the style refines!
Alexander PopeFor what I have publish'd, I can only hope to be pardon'd; but for what I have burned, I deserve to be prais'd.
Alexander Pope