And now my hair is thin and white,
Grizzled the locks above my ears.
Youth's gone, and with it, all delight.
My teeth are going with the years.
What time remains is short and sweet.
Therefore I often cry and dread
Dark Tartaros where I shall meet
In dreary rooms the weeping dead.
For Hades' house is dark, and black
The downward road, the hateful way,
Unwilling and with no way back,
Downward ever, and there to stay.
- Anakreon