[but my once tender] body old age now [has seized;] my hair’s turned [white] instead of dark;
my heart’s grown heavy, my knees will not support me, that once on a time were fleet for the dance as fawns. This state I oft bemoan; but what’s to do? Not to grow old, being human, there’s no way. Tithonus once, the tale was, rose-armed Dawn, love-smitten, carried off to the world’s end,
handsome and young then, yet in time greyage o’ertook him, husband of immortal wife."