Time gave the bridegroom's boast, Time gave a younger wife.
A wilder prank and plot
Time soon will promise, threaten, offering me
Impossible things that Nature suffers not --
A daughter's riper mind, a child's seniority.
Oh, by my filial tears Mourned all too young, Father! On this my head Time yet will force at last the longer years, Claiming some strange respect for me from you, the dead.
Nay, nay! Too new to know Time's conjuring is, too great to understand.
Memory has not died; it leaves me so -- Leaning a fading brow on your unfaded hand.
*Dr. Johnson outlived by thirty years his wife, who was twenty years his senior.
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