Alas! the slippery nature of tender youth.
[Lat., Teneris, heu, lubrica moribus aetas!]

Alas! the slippery nature of tender youth.
[Lat., Teneris, heu, lubrica moribus aetas!]

Ah! happy years! once more who would not be a boy!

Ah! happy years! once more who would not be a boy!

For age is opportunity no less than youth itself, though in another dress, and as the evening twilight fades away, read more

For age is opportunity no less than youth itself, though in another dress, and as the evening twilight fades away, the sky is filled with stars, invisible by day.

Youth is to all the glad reason of life; but often only by what
it hopes, not by what read more

Youth is to all the glad reason of life; but often only by what
it hopes, not by what it attains, or what it escapes.

A young Apollo, golden haired,
Stands dreaming on the verge of strife,
Magnificently unprepared
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A young Apollo, golden haired,
Stands dreaming on the verge of strife,
Magnificently unprepared
For the long littleness of life.

Youth is a period of missed opportunities.

Youth is a period of missed opportunities.

Youth is happy because it has the ability to see beauty. Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never read more

Youth is happy because it has the ability to see beauty. Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.

Youth troubles over eternity, age grasps at a day and is satisfied to have even the day.

Youth troubles over eternity, age grasps at a day and is satisfied to have even the day.

The wine of youth does not always clear with advancing years; sometimes it grows turbid.

The wine of youth does not always clear with advancing years; sometimes it grows turbid.