A Man That's Fond Precociously Of Stirring

I Saw Old Autumn In The Misty Morn Stand Shadowless Like Silence, Listening To Silence.

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

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

Jasmine Is Sweet, And Has Many Loves.

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