26. Rip Van Winkle was one of those foolish, well-oiled dispositions, who take the world easy, eat white bread or brown, whichever can be got with least thought or trouble.
27.
And will your mother pity me,
Who am a maiden most forlorn?
28.
They know not I knew thee,
Who knew thee too well.
29.
I did remind thee of our own dear Lake,
By the old Hall which may be mine no more.
30.
He sate him down, and seized a pen, and traced
Words which I could not guess of.
31.