But stop, my journal's nearly done;
Through the whole day 'tis almost run.
I think I'd sipp'd my tea nigh up,
O! yes, I'm sure I drank my cup;
I work till supper, after that
I play or sing, maybe we chat;
At ten we always go to bed,
And thus my life I've calmly led
Since my return; — as Prior says
In some of his satiric lays,
"I eat, and drink, and sleep, — what then?
I eat, and drink, and sleep again;
Thus idly lolls my time away,
And just does nothing all the day!"