Two centuries of song : or, Lyrics, madrigals, sonnets, and other occasional verses of the English poets of the last two hundred years . graceWith thankful heart, whateer the meal is ?—Here comes the smoking Bouillabaisse ! ^ In the Age of Wisdom, the poet gives youth one of his cynicallessons with a profound experience of the vanity of human pleasures. THE AGE OF WISDOM. f^^ ?^^ l/i m <^^ Ho, pretty page, with the dimpled chin That never has known the barbers shear,All your wish is woman to is the way that boys begin,—Wait till you come to Forty Year i Curly gold locks cover fooli
Two centuries of song : or, Lyrics, madrigals, sonnets, and other occasional verses of the English poets of the last two hundred years . graceWith thankful heart, whateer the meal is ?—Here comes the smoking Bouillabaisse ! ^ In the Age of Wisdom, the poet gives youth one of his cynicallessons with a profound experience of the vanity of human pleasures. THE AGE OF WISDOM. f^^ ?^^ l/i m <^^ Ho, pretty page, with the dimpled chin That never has known the barbers shear,All your wish is woman to is the way that boys begin,—Wait till you come to Forty Year i Curly gold locks cover foolish brains, Billing and cooing is all your and singing of midnight strainsUnder Bonnybells window panes,—Wait till you come to Forty Year. Forty times over let Michaelmas pass, Grizzling hair the brain doth clear-Then you know a boy is an ass,Then you know the worth of a lass, Once you have come to Forty Year ! % «- * :* * The reddest lips that ever have kissed, The brightest eyes that ever have shoneMay pray and whisper, and we not look away, and never be missed,Ere yet even a month is fO.
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