Who rolls himself up in a ball to sleep.
Mrs. Sigourney.
41. A fly that tickles the nasal tip.
Miss H. F. Gould.
42. Man delights not thee; no, nor woman neither.
Henry IV.
43. Church-yards unadorn'd with shades
And blossoms——Naked rows of graves
And melancholy ranks of monuments;
——where the course grass between