The man thro' rough roads who his journey has sped,
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
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