The stones and trees, insensible to time, / Nor age nor wrinkle on their front are seen; / If Winter come, and greenness then do fade / A Spring returns, and they more youthful made; / But man grows old, lies down, remains where once he's laid.
Anne Bradstreet, Jeannine Hensley (1967). “The Works of Anne Bradstreet”, p.209, Harvard University Press
