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Ho! pretty page, with the dimpled chin,
That never has known the Barber's shear, All your wish is woman to win; This is the way that boys begin-- Wait till you come to Forty Year. Curly gold locks cover foolish brains, Billing and cooing is all your cheer; Sighing and singing of midnight strains, Under Bonnybell's windowpanes-- Wait till you come to Forty Year! Forty times over let Michaelmas pass, Grizzling hair the brain doth clear; Then you know a boy is an ass, Then you know the worth of a lass, Once you have come to Forty Year. Pledge me round; I bid ye declare, All good fellows whose beards are gray, Did not the fairest of the fair Common grow and wearisome, ere Ever a month was passed away? The reddest lips that ever have kissed The brightest eyes that ever have shone, May pray and wisper and we not list, Or look away and never be missed, Ere yet ever a month is gone. Gillian's dead, God rest her bier-- How I loved her twenty years syne! Marian's married; but I sit here, Alive and merry at Forty Year, Dipping my nose in Gascon wine. Unsatisfied? Search for more:Other Cool Sites:Hot Arts & Stage NewsLyrics Catalogue Sound Tracks Guide Guide to Serials and Shows English Subtitles For DivX Movies Hundreds of Cooking Recipes Over 5000 Cocktails Recipes Cool Online Encyclopedia Cellulars Descriptions and Reviews Algorithms Dictionary Funny Jokes and Anecdotes. Usenet Newsgroups Reader |