An aged man is but a paltry thing, / A tattered coat upon a stick, unless / Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing / For every tatter in its mortal dress. // - W. B. [William Butler] Yeats (1865 - 1939): Sailing to Byzantium
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老いぼれなんて全くくだらぬもの、／棒切れに引っ掛かったぼろ上着と同じだ、／魂が手を叩いて歌わぬ限り、／その肉の衣が裂けるたびにより一層高らかに歌わぬ限り。／／ - Ｗ・Ｂ・イェーツ［イェイツ］ (1865 - 1939): 『ビザンチウムに船出して』
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