For my part, getting up seems not so easy By half as lying.
A certain portion of the human race has certainly a taste for being diddled.
It was a childish ignorance, But now 'tis little joy To know I'm further off from heaven Than when I was a boy.
He lies like a hedgehog rolled up the wrong way, Tormenting himself with his prickles.
O men with sisters dear, O men with mothers and wives, It is not linen you 're wearing out, But human creatures' lives!
How widely its agencies vary,- To save, to ruin, to curse, to bless,- As even its minted coins express, Now stamp'd with the image of Good Queen Bess, And now of a Bloody Mary.