a hare old man

Already the whole of his past life had vividly presented itself to him—myriads of tiny incidents, long forgotten, now standing out sharply in their due sequence. He had mastered this conspectus in a flash of time, and was already tired of it.

“ Chicken cutlets,” said she, “or crapaudine, and some serniki — only let them be as good as they were last night.

Though there bee A thousand cares that heape my hoe.