This is the patent age of new inventions/ For killing bodies, and saving souls,/ All propagated with the best of intentions.

I am ashes where once I was fire...

My days are in the yellow leaf; The flowers and fruits of love are gone; The worm, the canker, and the grief Are mine alone! - Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel Byron),

Oh, for one hour of blind old Dandolo, Th' octogenarian chief, Byzantium's conquering foe!

. . . Years steal Fire from the mind, as vigor from the limb; And life's enchanted cut but sparkles near the brim.

He has grown aged in this world of woe, In deeds, not years, piercing the depths of life. So that no wonder waits him.