The Age of Wisdom.
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Ho! pretty page with the dimpled chin,
That never has know the barber’s shear,
All your wish is woman to win;
This is the way that boys begin,--
Wait till you come to forty year.
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Curly gold locks cover foolish brains;
Billing and cooing is all your cheer, --
Sighing, and singing of midnight strains,
Under Bonnybell’s window-panes,--
Wait till you come to forty year.
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Forty times over let Michaelmas pass;
Grizzling hair the brain doth clear;
Then you know a boy is am ass,
Then you know the worth of a lass, --
Once you have come to forty year.
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Pledge me round; I bid ye declare,
All good fellows whose beards are gray,--
Did not the fairest of the fair
Common grow and wearisome ere
Ever a month was past away?
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The reddest lips that ever have kissed,
The brightest eyes that ever have shone,
May pray and whisper and we not list,
Or look away and never be missed,--
Ere yet ever a month is gone.
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Gillian’s dead! God rest her bier,--
How I loved her twenty years syne!
Marian’s married; but I sit here,
Alone and merry at forty year,
Dipping my nose in the Gascon Wine.
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WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERY
2 comments:
"Then you know a boy is an ass"
THEN?!? We don't know NOW? lol. Not all, but some...
Have fun tonight girlfriend, you look beautiful. Just don't come home engaged, like we advised earlier. I don't think your parents would like that.
Well I'm safe and sound! and not engaged. Where in the heck did you guys dream that scheme up? No don't worry; no Curly gold locks that cover foolish brains stole me away! =D
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