Comments about Palladas
Contentment in Old Age
The women mock me for being old,
Bidding me look at the wreck of my years in the mirror.
But I, as I approach the end of my life,
Care not whether I have white hair or black,
And with sweet-scented ointments
And crowns of lovely flowers and wine
I make heavy care to cease.
All mortal men are doomed to pay Death's debt,
And no one knows if he will live tomorrow.
Learn this, O man! Make merry and forget
In wine's oblivion fear and death and sorrow.
With love and pleasure thy brief days enhance,
And leave all else to the control of chance.