MISTAKEN fair, lay Sherlock by,
His doctrine is deceiving;
For, whilst he teaches us to die,
He cheats us of our living.
To die's a lesson we shall know 5 Too soon, without a master;
Then let us only study now
How we may live the faster.
To live's to love; to bless, be bless'd
With mutual inclination; 10 Share then my ardour in your breast,
And kindly meet my passion.
But if thus bless'd I may not live,
And pity you deny,
To me, at least, your Sherlock give, 15 'Tis I must learn to die.
ASSES milk, half a pint, take at seven, or before;
Then sleep for an hour or two, and no more.
At nine stretch your arms, and oh! think when alone,
There's no pleasure in bed.--MARY, bring me my gown:
Slip on that ere you rise; let your caution be such, 5 Keep all cold from your breast, there's already too much.
Your pinners set right, your twitcher ty'd on,
Your prayers at an end, and your breakfast quite done;