“Ho, pretty page, with the dimpled chin
That never has known the barber’s shear,
All your wish is woman to win,
This is the way that boys begin.
Wait till you come to Forty Year.”

The Age of Wisdom, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).

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novelist 1811–1863

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