The older I get, the more I think on the ever expanding thing we call the past. And that thing we call the future seems to shrink before us.
Byron was a true hedonist, but the thrill of that melts away as the body, the vessel of pleasure, starts to wear away like old wineskins. Byron reflects on turning 30 and his misspent youth. Like Shelley in "Ozymandias," he sees great waste in the pursuit of fame. But I can't tell if Byron is being ironic with his last line about "read you Bible and mind your purse." He could be simply showing he's become an old foggie by repeating the aphorisms of the aged. Or he could be serious in how he now sees wisdom in those who told him to mind for the future and think on God.
by Lord Byron