Nor were his girlfriends bad.
He never lived a hundred years.
He only thought he had.
This old bit of doggerel from my grandmother came to mind today reading another tedious story about “studies” of the benefits and or risks of coffee consumption.
She had scores of such sayings. I never wrote them down. Strange it is that as I approach the age at which she died her words come back so strongly, triggered by nattering or twittering so endemic these days. Including allegedly sage advice on hoarding money for old age:
Here lies a man who saved his all
against the day when snow should fall.
He knew no pleasure and shared no pain,
and died before the winter came.
Whether she cribbed these from turn-of-the-previous-century writings, or invented them, I don’t know. Usually reliable Google offers no clues.