THE SCHOLARS
 
 BALD heads forgetful of their sins,
 Old, learned, respectable bald heads
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 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?