O king, my lord!
Age is here, old age has arrived.
Feebleness came, weakness grows.
Childlike, one sleeps all day.
Eyes are dim, ears deaf,
Strength is waning through weariness,
The mouth, silenced, speaks not,
The empty heart recalls not the past,
The bones ache throughout,
Good has become evil, all taste is gone.
What age does to people is evil in everything.
The nose, clogged, breathes not,
Painful are standing and sitting . . .
Prologue from the vizier Ptahhotep. Egypt, 2500 BC. University of Pennsylvania Museum of Archaeology and Anthropology.