"You are old," said the youth, "and your 'jaw' should be weak,
I've often heard Bizzy pooh-pooh it.
Yet you polish off Joe, and tap Goschen's big beak;
Pray, how do you manage to do it?"
"In my youth," said the Sage, "Fair Debate was the law,
And genuine Eloquence rife;
And so in an age of mere Brummagem 'jaw'
I can still hold my own in the strife."
"You are old," said the youth; "one would hardly suppose
That your eye was as steady as ever;