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74

A MAN YOUNG AND OLD

The women take so little stock

In what I do or say

They'd sooner leave their cosseting

To hear a jackass bray;

My arms are like the twisted thorn

And yet there beauty lay;

The first of all the tribe lay there

And did such pleasure take—

She who had brought great Hector down

And put all Troy to wreck—

That she cried into this ear

Strike me if I shriek.

THE FRIENDS OF HIS YOUTH

Laughter not time destroyed my voice

And put that crack in it,

And when the moon's pot-bellied

I get a laughing fit,

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