| C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917. | | | | Years |
| | | | I am declined |
| Into the vale of years. |
Shakespeare. | 1 |
| | Years following years, steal something every day; |
| At last they steal us from ourselves away. |
Pope. | 2 |
| | Years have not seen, Time shall not see, |
| The hour that tears my soul from thee. |
Byron. | 3 |
| Winged time glides on insensibly, and deceive us; and there is nothing more fleeting than years. Ovid. | 4 |
| | Years steal |
| Fire from the mind, as vigour from the limb; |
| And life’s enchanted cup but sparkles near the brim. |
Byron. | 5 |
| | Jumping o’er times, |
| Turning the accomplishment of many years |
| Into an hourglass. |
Shakespeare. | 6 | | |
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