Classic Poem

I cannot join you, valued friend,
To Leamington — I therefore send
My portrait in my stead;
You've often seen my head in print,
And now engraved in mezzotint,
I tender you my head.

I, gay and careless in my prime,
Ne'er by the forelock caught old Time
By chance or by design;
Survey my front, and you'll agree,
That now (whate'er his malice be,) he
Will ne'er catch me by mine.