Oh would I were dead now, Or up in my bed now, To cover my head now, And have a good cry!
But evil is wrought by want of thought, As well as want of heart!
Ben Battle was a soldier bold, and used to war's alarms, But a cannon-ball took off his legs, so he laid down his arms.
And there is even a happiness That makes the heart afraid.
Fuss is the froth of business.
What is mind? No matter. What is matter? Never mind. What is the soul? It is immaterial.