Sleep hath its own world, and the wide realm of wild reality.
Now I shall go to sleep. Goodnight.
A woman being never at a loss... the devil always sticks by them.
You should have a softer pillow than my heart.
The world is a bundle of hay, Mankind are the asses that pull, Each tugs in a different way And the greatest of all is John Bull!
Yet I did love thee to the last, As ferverently as thou, Who didst not change through all the past, And canst not alter now.