Do not resist growing old, many are denied the privilege.

Fill high the goblet! Envious time steals, as we speak, our fleeting prime.

Here's a health to the future
A sigh for the past;
We can love and remember,
and hope to the last,
And for all the base lies
That the almanacs hold
While there's love in he heart,
We can never grow old.

Here's hoping that you live forever
and mine is the last voice you hear.

Here's that we may live to eat the hen
That scratches on our grave.

Long life to you and may you die in your bed.

May our lives, like the leaves of the maple, grow
More beautiful as they fade.
May we say our farewells, when it's time to go,
All smiling and unafraid.

May the Lord love us but not call us too soon.

May virtue and truth
Guide you in youth
Catnip and sage
Cheer your old age.

May we keep a little of the fuel of youth to warm our body in old age.

May you enter Heaven late.

May you live as long as you want, may you never want as long as you live.

Noah was 600 years old before he knew how to build an ark--don't lose you grip.

The good die young--here's hoping that you may live to a ripe old age.

Only the young die good.

To the old, long life and treasure;
To the young, all health and pleasure.

You're not as young as you used to be
but you're not as old as you are going to be.
So watch it!