The wise one, and the Foolish.
’Tis the voice of the sluggard, I heard him complain,
“You have waked me too soon, I must slumber again,”
As a door on its hinges, so in his bed he
Turn’d and drowsily muttered, “A Soda and B!”
’Tis the voice of the sluggard, I heard him complain,
“I fancy that last night I drank too much champagne;
But no,” he exclaim’d, as he loll’d at his ease,
“It was not the champagne, ’twas the salmon and peas.”
I look’d once again, as he lay on the bed,