The stars shall fade away the sun himself Grow dim with age and nature sink in years But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth Unhurt amidst the wars of elements The wrecks of matter and the crush of worlds.

He who is of calm and happy nature will hardly feel the pressure of age but to him who is of an opposite disposition youth and age are equally a burden.

Middle age is the awkward period when Father Time starts catching up with Mother Nature.

Youth is the gift of nature but age is a work of art.