There goes a saying, and 'twas shrewdly said, ''Old fish at table, but young flesh in bed.
Alexander PopeOft, as in airy rings they skim the heath, The clamtrous lapwings feel the leaden death; Oft, as the mounting larks their notes prepare They fall, and leave their little lives in air.
Alexander PopeOh, blindness to the future! kindly giv'n, That each may fill the circle mark'd by heaven.
Alexander Pope