Chapter 1343 of 1964 · 64 words · ~1 min read

LXXXVI.

Teach _them_ the decencies of good threescore; Cure _them_ of tours, hussar and highland dresses; Tell _them_ that youth once gone returns no more, That hired huzzas redeem no land's distresses; Tell them Sir William Curtis[559] is a bore, Too dull even for the dullest of excesses-- The witless Falstaff of a hoary Hal, A fool whose bells have ceased to ring at all.