An aged man is but a paltry thing,/
A tattered coat upon a stick, unless/
Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing/
For every tatter in its mortal dress,/
Nor is there singing school but studying/
Monuments of its own magnificence.
Friday, October 27, 2006
TO THE READER
The Figure that thou seest below, It doth the gentle Frederick show, In which the Camera had a strife With Nature to out-do the life. His inner thoughts to catalogue Read not his Picture but his Blog.
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