Though I be agèd now, though head and chinNow show them hoary-hue'd with grizzling hair,Still can I perforate those caught by me,Tithonus, Priam, Nestor--every one.You see how mightily my rage ye rouseWho hem me ever with a bullfinch hedgeForbidding robbers from approaching me.This is to hurt while helping, this is butTo scare the birdies from the birder's snare.The way is closèd nor prone-fallen thiefCan with his backside expiate his crime.Thus I who erstwhile ever, ever and ayeButtocks of plundering wights was wont to cleave,For many a night and day in idlesse stand.I also, suffering pains enough and more,Flow off in semen and a lecher whilesUnlive my life-tide. Who could ever thinkFrom lute the lutanist should cut him clear?But you, ereeld's marasmus do me dead,Desist, I pray you from vain diligence,