From sunrise to evening's dim close;
Sups quickly, and calls for his candle and bed,
Impatient from toils to repose.
So, when weary and old, we have struggled our way.
Through this troublesome warfare and strife;
We are glad to lie down at the end of the day;
Old age is the bed-time of life.
Source: Boothby - Other Fables 51
(not in Mille - not in Perry)