No Blessed Leisure For Love Or Hope,

Some Sigh For This And That; My Wishes Don't Go Far; The World May Wag At Will, So I Have My Cigar.

Oh Would I Were Dead Now, Or Up In My Bed Now, To Cover My Head Now, And Have A Good Cry!

A Name, It Has More Than Nominal Worth, And Belongs To Good Or Bad Luck At Birth

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

Some Dreams We Have Are Nothing Else But Dreams, Unnatural And Full Of Contradictions; Yet Others Of Our Most Romantic Schemes, Are Something More Than Fictions.