Chapter 1434 of 1964 · 63 words · ~1 min read

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Of all the barbarous middle ages, that Which is most barbarous is the middle age Of man! it is--I really scarce know what; But when we hover between fool and sage, And don't know justly what we would be at-- A period something like a printed page, Black letter upon foolscap, while our hair Grows grizzled, and we are not what we were;--