The Tardy Cherub

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Cupid snoozed—his alarm betrayed, Wings askew, his bow mislaid. Love showed up a moment late, Blushing, breathless, tempting fate. Turns out hearts still fell just fine— Even tardy arrows hit on time.

Moral Letter 12: On Old Age

"Let us cherish and love old age ; for it is full of pleasure if one knows how to use it. . . .

. . . let us go to our sleep with joy and gladness ; let us say:

I have lived; the course which Fortune set for me is finished.

And if God is pleased to add another day, we should welcome it with glad hearts."

(Seneca, Moral Letter 12: On Old Age)

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