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The Scholars
| Bald heads forgetful of their sins, | | Old, learned, respectable bald heads | | Edit and annotate the lines | | That
young men, tossing on their beds, | | Rhymed out in love’s despair | | To flatter beauty’s ignorant ear. | | | | | | All shuffle
there; all cough in ink; | | All wear the carpet with their shoes; | | All think what other people think; | | All know the
man their neighbour knows. | | Lord, what would they say | | Did their Catullus walk that way? |
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By PanEris
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