C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.

Years

I am declined
Into the vale of years.

Shakespeare.

Years following years, steal something every day;
At last they steal us from ourselves away.

Pope.

Years have not seen, Time shall not see,
The hour that tears my soul from thee.

Byron.

Winged time glides on insensibly, and deceive us; and there is nothing more fleeting than years.

Ovid.

Years steal
Fire from the mind, as vigour from the limb;
And life’s enchanted cup but sparkles near the brim.

Byron.

Jumping o’er times,
Turning the accomplishment of many years
Into an hourglass.

Shakespeare.