O, dear, that to some the papers are stiff,
While to others they're easy and light.
Read, read, read,
My reading will never stop;
And what's its reward? a name in a list,
Where the bottom's as good as the top.
This tumbled bed, with its shaky legs,
Yon room in disorder so great,
All attired with cards, tobacco, and wine,
It shows that I kept it up late.