And would not brook at all this sort of thing
In my hot youth—when George the Third was King.
CCXIII.
But now at thirty years my hair is grey—
(I wonder what it will be like at forty?
I thought of a peruke the other day—)[AV]
My heart is not much greener; and, in short, I
Have squandered my whole summer while 't was May,
And feel no more the spirit to retort; I
Have spent my life, both interest and principal,