Oh would I were dead now, Or up in my bed now, To cover my head now, And have a good cry!

There are three things which the public will always clamour for, sooner or later; namely: novelty, novelty, novelty.

We watch'd her breathing through the night, Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro.

Fuss is the froth of business.

And there is even a happiness That makes the heart afraid.

Oh would I were dead now, Or up in my bed now, To cover my head now, And have a good cry!

Alas for the rarity Of Christian charity Under the sun!