Dec 25, 2004 11:17
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 neighbor knows./
Lord, what would they say/
Did their Catullus walk that way?