“Let ’em rip—they’re tough as oak.”

“Hi, yo! there: the stakes we’ll pocket;

To the winds let them be sent:

Time: 2 40—whip in socket:

Give ’em string and let ’em went.”

On the sunny road to fifty,

Prime is drown’d in Lethe’s stream;

Age is left old and unthrifty;

Life then proves a “one horse team.”

Age jogs on, grows quite unsteady,