I might suppose that you were right for once
If that weren't so ridiculous. How can
What you pretend be accurate? You dunce,
You ought to have known better. Be a man,
You say; acknowledge that the world has changed.
But if it has, which I cannot confirm,
Does that imply that I should be estranged
From what I love, or that I, old, infirm,
Decrepit, should be thrown away by those
I thought, and think, are best to me, like clothes
After a whole develops in them? I
Am sure that cannot be, and so I will
Deny your premise, what it will imply
And everything you say. Shut up; be still.
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