Oh Would I Were Dead Now, Or

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

The Cowslip Is A Country Wench.

Half Of The Failures In Life Come From Pulling One's Horse When He Is Leaping.

O Men With Sisters Dear, O Men With Mothers And Wives, It Is Not Linen You 're Wearing Out, But Human Creatures' Lives!

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.