Youth was Cheap

Two passages from Kipling:

Youth was cheap–wherefore we sold it.
Gold was good–we hoped to hold it.
And today we know the fulness of our gain.

–
Christmas in India.

Ay, lay him ‘neath the Simla pine–
A fortnight fully to be missed.
Behold, we lose our fourth at whist,
A chair is vacant where we dine.

–Possibilities.