Till thou at length are free,
Leaving thine outgrown shell by life’s unresting sea.
“The Boys.”
Has there any old fellow got mixed with the boys?
If there has take him out, without making a noise,
Hang the Almanac’s cheat, and the Catalogue’s spite!
Old Time is a liar! We’re twenty to-night!
We’re twenty! We’re twenty! Who says we are more?
He’s tipsy,—young jackanapes! show him the door!
“Gray temples at twenty?” Yes! white if we please;