Young men are fitter to invent than to judge; fitter for execution than for counsel; and fitter for new projects than for settled business.
I was between
A man and a boy, A hobble-de-hoy,
A fat, little, punchy concern of sixteen.
Smiling always with a never fading serenity of countenance, and flourishing in an immortal youth.
Our youth we can have but to-day;
We may always find time to grow old.
Young fellows will be young fellows.
They shall not grow old, as we that are left grow old;
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun, and in the morning,
We will remember them.
Blow out, you bugles, over the rich Dead!
There's none of these so lonely and poor of old,
But, dying, has made us rarer gifts than gold.
These laid the world away: poured out the red
Sweet wine of youth; gave up the years to be
Of work and joy, and that unhoped serene
That men call age, and those who would have been
Their sons, they gave their immortality.
Every street has two sides, the shady side and
the sunny. When two men shake hands and
part, mark which of the two takes the sunny
side; he will be the younger man of the two.
Ah! happy years! once more who would not be a boy!
Her years
Were ripe, they might make six-and-twenty springs;
But there are forms which Time to touch forbears,
And turns aside his scythe to vulgar things.
And both were young, and one was beautiful.
Youth is to all the glad season of life; but often only by what it hopes, not by what it attains, or what it escapes.
As I approve of a youth that has something of the old man in him, so I am no less pleased with an old man that has something of the youth. He that follows this rule may be old in body, but can never be so in mind.
Prima commendiato proficiscitur a modestia tum pietate in parentes, turn in suos benevolentia.
The chief recommendation [in a young man] is modesty, then dutiful conduct toward parents, then affection for kindred.
Teneris, heu, Iubrica moribus aetas!
Alas! the slippery nature of tender youth.
Life went a-Maying
With Nature, Hope, and Poesy;
When I was young!
When I was young?—Ah, woful when!
A young Apollo, golden haired,
Stands dreaming on the verge of strife,
Magnificently unprepared
For the long littleness of life.
Be it a weakness, it deserves some praise,
We love the play-place of our early days;
The scene is touching, and the heart is stone,
That feels not at that sight, and feels at none.
Youth, what man's age is like to be, doth show;
We may our ends by our beginnings know.
Youth should watch joys and shoot them as they fly.
Olympian bards who sung
Divine ideas below,
Which always find us young,
And always keep us so.
Angelicus juvenis senibus satanizat in annis.
An angelic boyhood becomes a Satanic old age.
Si jeunesse savoit, si vieillesse pouvoit.
Si jeune savoit, et vieux pouvoit,
Jamais disette n'y auroit.
If youth but knew, and age were able,
Then poverty would be a fable.
Proverb of the Twelfth Century.
Youth holds no society with grief.
