Sure, I Rose The Wrong Way Today,

Sure, I Rose The Wrong Way Today, I Have Had Such Damn'd Ill Luck Every Way.

'twas But A Dream, Yet By My Heart I Knew, Which Still Was Panting, Part Of It Was True: Oh How I Strove The Rest To Have Believed; Ashamed And Angry To Be Undeceived!

That Perfect Tranquillity Of Life, Which Is Nowhere To Be Found But In Retreat, A Faithful Friend And A Good Library.

Women In London Are Like The Rich Silks; They Are Out Of Fashion A Great While Before They Wear Out.

Fantastic Fortune Thou Deceitful Light, That Cheats The Weary Traveler By Night, Though On A Precipice Each Step You Tread, I Am Resolved To Follow Where You Lead.