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 loves despair

To flatter beautys ignorant ear.

All shuffle2 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？