My Tears Must Stop, For Every Drop

For Man May Pious Texts Repeat, And Yet Religion Have No Inward Seat

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

He Lies Like A Hedgehog Rolled Up The Wrong Way, Tormenting Himself With His Prickles.

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

For My Part, Getting Up Seems Not So Easy By Half As Lying.