You are old, Father William, the young man said, and your hair has become very white. In it, you incessently stand on your head. Do you think it's your age it is right? In my youth, Father William replied to his saying, My fear didn't make it into the brain, but now the tempest will be sure I have nothing, 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 back some assault 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 on my limbs very subtle. By the use of this ointment, one chilling a box, allow me to sell you a couple. You are old, said the youth, and your jaws are too weak for anything tough and soared. Yet you finished the goose with the bones and the beak. How did you manage to do it? In my youth said his father, I took to the law and argued each case with my wife, and the muscular strength that gave to my jaw has lasted the rest of my life. You are old, said the youth, one would hardly suppose that your eyes would stay as ever. Yet you balanced an eel on the end of your nose what made you so awfully clever. I answered three questions and that is enough said his father, don't give yourself ears. Do you think I can ask no date to such stuff be old or I'll kick you down stairs?