No, Age cannot trip to Youth’s measure,
With paunch and a spindle shanked leg,
And I own—though it is not with pleasure—
I’m getting as bald as an egg!
Punch’s Almanac, 1883.
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THE YOUNG MAY MOON.
The young May moon is beaming, love,
The glow worm’s lamp is gleaming, love,
How sweet to rove