Poetical Works of Johnson, Parnell, Gray and Smollett

To Mrs Thrale, on Her Completing Her Thirty-Fifth Year. An Impromptu

Oft in danger, yet alive,
  We are come to thirty-five;
  Long may better years arrive,
  Better years than thirty-five.
  Could philosophers contrive
  Life to stop at thirty-five,
  Time his hours should never drive
  O’er the bounds of thirty-five.
  High to soar, and deep to dive,
  Nature gives at thirty-five;
  Ladies, stock and tend your hive,
  Trifle not at thirty-five;
  For, howe’er we boast and strive,
  Life declines from thirty-five;
  He that ever hopes to thrive,
  Must begin by thirty-five;
  And all who wisely wish to wive
  Must look on Thrale at thirty-five.