Count your age by friends, not years. Count your life by smiles, not tears.
Give me yesterday’s Bread, this Day’s Flesh, and last Year’s Cyder.
Each year one vicious habit rooted out,
In time might make the worst Man good throughout.
And in the end it is not the years in your life that count, it’s the life in your years.
A child thinks 20 Shillings and 20 years can scarce ever be spent.