In Bed Methinks me ought to stay in bed and sleep an hour or two instead. I ought to work, I ought to play, but something deep wants me to stay in bed. Me thought me ought to jump right out and cheeily face the sunny day.
All frailness is the man of clay for still there's that which wants to stay in bed.
So, up I jump. I face about. I put my feet upon the floor. I'm weak in spite. I'll spend the day behind locked door in bed.