That from our sleep your food should start and jump us!
We like, ourselves, a steak,
But, Sirs, for pity's sake!
We don't want oxen at our doors to rump-us!"
"If we do doze—it really is too bad!
We constantly are roar'd awake or rung,
Through bullocks mad
That run in all the 'Night Thoughts' of our Young!"
Such are the woes of sleepers—now let's take
The woes of those that wish to keep a Wake!