Ut Melius

In youth I went to study Tag" at its living fountain-head,
And then lay tipsy half the day upon a gilded bed.
"What oaf is this," the Master cried,
"content with human lot?"
And bade me to the world get back and call myself a Sot.
But wherefore seek immortal life by means of wondrous pills?
Noise is not in the market-place, nor quiet on the hills.
The secret of perpetual youth is already known to me:
Accept with philosophic calm whatever fate may be.