Whence is thy learning? Hath thy toil
O'er books consumed the midnight oil?
The Mother, the Nurse, and the Fairy.
When yet was ever found a mother
Who'd give her booby for another?
The Sick Man and the Angel.
While there is life there's hope, he cried.
The Hare and Many Friends.
And when a lady's in the case,
You know all other things give place.