WEDNESDAY.
It is the little roll within the berth
That by-and-by will put an end to mirth,
And, never ceasing, slowly prostrate all!
THURSDAY.
Let me alone! What pleasure can you have
In chaffing evil? Tell me, what's the fun
Of ever climbing up the climbing wave?
All you the rest, you know how to behave
In roughish weather! I, for one,