Old Sir John
Bald, with old eyes a blood-shot blue, he comes Into the Boar's-Head Inn: the hot sweat streaks His fulvous face, and all his raiment reeks Of all the stews and all the Eastcheap slums. Upon the battered board again he drums And croaks for sack: then sits, his harsh haired cheeks Sunk in his hands rough with the grime of weeks, While 'round the tap one great bluebottle hums. All, all are gone, the old companions they Who made his rogue's world merry: of them all Not one is left. Old, toothless now, and gray Alone he waits: the swagger of that day Gone from his bulk departed even as Doll, And he, his Hal, who broke his heart, they say.
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"Bald, with old eyes a blood-shot blue, he comes..."
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