For My Part, Getting Up Seems Not

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

I Resolved That, Like The Sun, As Long As My Day Lasted, I Would Look On The Bright Side Of Everything.

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

When Eve Upon The First Of Men The Apple Press'd With Specious Cant, Oh! What A Thousand Pities Then That Adam Was Not Adamant!

My Tears Must Stop, For Every Drop Hinders Needle And Thread.