Chapter 1683 of 1964 · 66 words · ~1 min read

LIV.

But Adeline was far from that ripe age, Whose ripeness is but bitter at the best: 'Twas rather her Experience made her sage, For she had seen the World and stood its test, As I have said in--I forget what page; My Muse despises reference, as you have guessed By this time;--but strike six from seven-and-twenty, And you will find her sum of years in plenty.