Then Old Age and Experience, hand in hand,Lead him to death, and make him understand,After a search so painful and so long,That all his life he has been in the wrong.

E'en her fair hand, which might bid heat return To Frozen age, and make old hermits burn, Applied to my dead cinder, warms no more Than fire to ashes, could past flames restore

To me - old age is always ten years older than I am.

Nanak builds his house upon that site where there is no death, no birth, and no old age.

And ever since the Conquest have been fools.

Natural freedoms are but just:
There's something generous in mere lust.