<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538730" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Age of Wisdom</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ho! pretty page, with the dimpled chin,<br> That never has known the Barber's shear,<br>All your wish is woman to win;<br>This is the way that boys begin--<br> Wait till you come to Forty Year.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Curly gold locks cover foolish brains,<br> Billing and cooing is all your cheer;<br>Sighing and singing of midnight strains,<br>Under Bonnybell's windowpanes--<br> Wait till you come to Forty Year!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Forty times over let Michaelmas pass,<br> Grizzling hair the brain doth clear;<br>Then you know a boy is an ass,<br>Then you know the worth of a lass,<br> Once you have come to Forty Year.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Pledge me round; I bid ye declare,<br> All good fellows whose beards are gray,<br>Did not the fairest of the fair<br>Common grow and wearisome, ere<br> Ever a month was passed away?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The reddest lips that ever have kissed<br> The brightest eyes that ever have shone,<br>May pray and wisper and we not list,<br>Or look away and never be missed,<br> Ere yet ever a month is gone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Gillian's dead, God rest her bier--<br> How I loved her twenty years syne!<br>Marian's married; but I sit here,<br>Alive and merry at Forty Year,<br> Dipping my nose in Gascon wine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Makepeace+Thackeray">William Makepeace Thackeray</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538730" data-title="The Age of Wisdom de William Makepeace Thackeray" data-description="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 al..."></div> </div> </div>

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