And-twenties.

(_Your_ two-and-twenties bide above,
While mine--I'm in the sere and yellow--
But I was once the model of
A fellow.)

"_My line of head is vague; now quite_
_Down in the depths, now past the skyline"--_
Hard lines! The line that sways a kite
Is my line.

"_My line of heart is insecure_--"
Let "_x_" be hearts; to render scarce "_x_,"
Let "I"-s divide it; _eyes_ are your
Unfair sex.

"_My love will ne'er endure_:" you wrong
My passion: sooth, it will, if you're it:
Yet stay: to wed?--I couldn't long
Endure it.

"_My line of life is slurred and queer_."
It always was--a hankey-pankey
Of glories missed--a fine career,
But _manqué_.

So there, forbear to spell my fate;
I've saved you that sibylline trouble;
You could but this true estimate