He was valiant in wars and passing loves.

From the age of eighteen to sixty, Mars nor Venus had withheld their favors.

He was a Henri IV without a crown." "Like that good father of mine," said the Chevalier, scowling.
"His sixtieth birthday came, and it was then he found that the garden of pleasure, that had offered so many charming flowers for his plucking, had drawn to its end.

Behind, there were only souvenirs; before, nothing but barren fields.

Suddenly he remembered that he had forgotten to marry.