Sleep hath its own world, and a wide realm of wild reality.

It is very iniquitous to make me pay debts, you have no idea, of

A quiet conscience makes one so serene.

My turn of mind is so given to taking things in the absurd point

Father! no prophet’s laws I seek, Thy laws in Nature’s works appe

But words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling, like dew,

Ready money is Aladdin’s lamp.

The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts

Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green, That host wit

The tree of knowledge is not that of life.