Lest Youth's First Ardor E'Er Grow Cold

In gilded hours and yet again I still hear the same refrain: "Ho, Ho, Ho Chi Minh, Out with the Yanks, Let the Viet Cong in!" Ah me! Times change and I am old. Lest youth's first ardor, e'er grow cold, Henry the Fifth is what I'll teach. Boris, Boris, to the breach. "Mogg, Mogg. Jacob Rees-Mogg! Let's hear the bark of the British bull-dog."