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...a fondness for the young fellows. Poor old Cassius ! Like another Tithonus, he may well exclaim : " How can my nature longer mix with thine? Coldly thy...my wrinkled feet Upon thy glimmering thresholds." The mating of December and May is poetic, no doubt; but it is the kind of poetry that makes courtesans...

...a fondness for the young fellows. Poor old Cassius ! Like another Tithonus, he may well exclaim : " How can my nature longer mix with thine? Coldly thy...my wrinkled feet Upon thy glimmering thresholds." The mating of December and May is poetic, no doubt ; but it is the kind of poetry that makes courtesans...

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