"These truces with the infidels," he exclaimed, without caring how suddenly he interrupted the stately Templar, "make an old man of me!"

"Go to, knave - how so?" asked Cedric, his features prepared to receive favourably the expected jest.

"Because," answered Wamba, "I remember three of them in my day, each of which was to endure for the course of fifty years, so that, by computation, I must be at least a hundred and fifty years old."

- Ivanhoe
  Sir Walter Scott