Oh! God! That Bread Should Be So

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

When Eve Upon The First Of Men The Apple Press'd With Specious Cant, Oh! What A Thousand Pities Then That Adam Was Not Adamant!

When He Is Forsaken, Withered And Shaken, What Can An Old Man Do But Die?

My Books Kept Me From The Ring, The Dog-pit, The Tavern, And The Saloon.

Some Minds Improve By Travel, Others, Rather, Resemble Copper Wire, Or Brass, Which Get The Narrower By Going Farther.