And fresh delights of lusty youth forwaste;[96]
Recounting which, how would he sob and shriek,
And to be young again of Jove beseek!
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Crook-backed he was, tooth-shaken, and blear-eyed,
Went on three feet, and sometime crept on four;
With old lame bones, that rattled by his side;
His scalp all piled,[97] and he with eld forelore;
His withered fist still knocking at Death’s door;
Fumbling and drivelling as he draws his breath;