"Dear merry reader, did you ever hear,
Whilst travelling on the world's wide beaten road,
The curious reasoning, and opinions queer,
Of men, who never in their lives bestow'd
One hour on study; whose existence seems
A thing of course--a practical delusion--
A day of frowning clouds and sunny gleams--
Of pain and pleasure, mix'd in strange confusion;
Who feel they move and breathe, they know not why--
Are born to eat and drink, and sleep and die."