unwappered

There’s many a man alive that hath outlived
The love o’ th’ people ; yea , i’ th’ selfsame state
Stands many a father with his child . Some comfort
We have by so considering . We expire ,
And not without men’s pity . To live still ,
Have their good wishes ; we prevent
The loathsome misery of age , beguile
The gout and rheum that in lag hours attend
For gray approachers ; we come towards the gods
Young and unwappered , not halting under crimes
Many and stale . That sure shall please the gods
Sooner than such , to give us nectar with ’em ,
For we are more clear spirits . My dear kinsmen ,
Whose lives for this poor comfort are laid down ,
You have sold ’em too too cheap .