And read the mirror's verdict. Ah, the pain
Is gnawing like a canker at my breast,
Is beating like a hammer in my brain;
I must speak out or break beneath the strain.
I'm going bald on top. O cruel reef
Where youthful hopes lie wrecked! O dismal lane
Whose end is but the sere and yellow leaf!
ENVOI.
Prince (Mr. Punch)! on Armageddon's plain
My love-locks fell a prey to Time, the thief.