For My Part, Getting Up Seems Not

My Books Kept Me From The Ring, The Dog-pit, The Tavern, And The Saloon.

Extremes Meet', As The Whiting Said With Its Tail In Its Mouth.

Tis Like The Birthday Of The World, When Earth Was Born In Bloom; The Light Is Made Of Many Dyes, The Air Is All Perfume: There's Crimson Buds, And White And Blue, The Very Rainbow Showers Have Turned To Blossoms Where They Fell, And Sown The Earth With Flowers.

O Bed! O Bed! Delicious Bed! That Heaven Upon Earth To The Weary Head.

It Was A Childish Ignorance, But Now 'tis Little Joy To Know I'm Further Off From Heaven Than When I Was A Boy.