De M. Antonio
NOW
Antoninus,
in
a
smiling
age,
Counts
of
his
life
the
fifteenth
finished
stage.
The
rounded
days
and
the
safe
years
he
sees,
Nor
fears
death's
water
mounting
round
his
knees.
To
him
remembering
not
one
day
is
sad,
Not
one
but
that
its
memory
makes
him
glad.
So
good
men
lengthen
life;
and
to
recall
The
past
is
to
have
twice
enjoyed
it
all.
