An old man sees an old friend sitting on a park bench, weeping. He greets him and, somewhat embarrassed, asks him how things have been with him. "Wonderful, wonderful," the old man says through his sobs. "I inherited a fortune, I bought a beautiful apartment and married a lovely, sexy young woman."
"Then why are you weeping?" his friend asks.
"I can't remember where I live."
Oh heart! oh blood that freezes, blood that burns!
For who centuries of folly, noise and sin!
Shut them in!
With their triumphs and their glories and the rest
Love is best.
Old age knows that.