Quote#Time
Now, of my threescore years and ten
Quote byAlfred Edward Housman · 1859–1936
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: A Shropshire Lad (1896), No. 2, st. 2-3.
English (original)
Now, of my threescore years and ten, Twenty will not come again, And take from seventy springs a score, It only leaves me fifty more. And since to look at things in bloom Fifty springs are little room, About the woodlands I will go To see the cherry hung with snow.
— Alfred Edward Housman
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