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Wilfrid Scawen Blunt - The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part IV: Vita Nova: C
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AGE
 O Age, thou art the very thief of joy,
 For thou hast rifled many a proud fool
 Of all his passions, hoarded by a rule
 Of stern economy. Him, yet a boy,
 Harsh wisdom governed. Others turned to toy
 With lusty passion. He was chaste and cool
 As a young Dorian in Lycurgus` school.
 Ah me, that thou such souls shouldst dare annoy.
 Thus did he gather him a store of pleasure,
 Nor cared to touch what he so hardly won,
 But led long years of solitary strife;
 And, when the rest should have consumed their treasure,
 He thought to sit him in the evening sun
 And taste the sweet fruits of a sober life.
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