Which is most barbarous is the middle age
Of man! it is—I really scarce know what;
But when we hover between fool and sage,
And don't know justly what we would be at—
A period something like a printed page,
Black letter upon foolscap, while our hair
Grows grizzled, and we are not what we were;—
II.
Too old for Youth,—too young, at thirty-five,
To herd with boys, or hoard with good threescore,—