20140204 12:36:12 You are old, father William," the young man said, "And your hair has become very white; And yet you incessantly stand on your head  Do you think, at your age, it is right?" "In my youth," father William replied to his son, "I feared it might injure the brain; But, now that I'm perfectly sure I have none, Why, I do it again and again." "You are old," said the youth, "as I mentioned before, And have grown most uncommonly fat; Yet you turned a backsomersault in at the door  Pray what is the reason of that?" "In my youth," said the sage, as he shook his grey locks, "I kept all my limbs very supple By the use of this ointment  one shilling the box  Allow me to sell you a couple?"