At last, if they don't let me in, I break in through the front door or the windows.
We talked together in this way some time.

Then Old Age said again,--Come, let us walk down the street together,--and offered me a cane, an eyeglass, a tippet, and a pair of over-shoes .-- No, much obliged to you, said I.

I don't want those things, and I had a little rather talk with you here, privately, in my study.

So I dressed myself up in a jaunty way and walked out alone;--got a fall, caught a cold, was laid up with a lumbago, and had time to think over this whole matter.
Explicit Allegoria Senectutis.
We have settled when old age begins.

Like all Nature's processes, it is gentle and gradual in its approaches, strewed with illusions, and all its little griefs soothed by natural sedatives.