Our passions are like convulsion fits, which, though they make us stronger for a time, leave us the weaker ever after.
Some old men, continually praise the time of their youth. In fact, you would almost think that there were no fools in their days, but unluckily they themselves are left as an example.
Ye Gods! annihilate but space and time, And make two lovers happy.
Some old men, by continually praising the time of their youth, would almost persuade us that there were no fools in those days; but unluckily they are left themselves for examples.