For My Part, Getting Up Seems Not

A Man That's Fond Precociously Of Stirring , :;:; Must Be A Spoon.

Well, Something Must Be Done For May, The Time Is Drawing Nigh-- To Figure In The Catalogue, And Woo The Public Eye. Something I Must Invent And Paint; But Oh My Wit Is Not Like One Of Those Kind Substantives That Answer Who And What?

A Name, It Has More Than Nominal Worth, And Belongs To Good Or Bad Luck At Birth

My Brain Is Dull, My Sight Is Foul, I Cannot Write A Verse, Or Read-- Then, Pallas, Take Away Thine Owl, And Let Us Have A Lark Instead.

The Biggest Bore Of All Is He Who Is Overflowing With Congratulations