When stretch'd on one's bed br With a fierce-throbbing head, br Which preculdes alike thought or repose, br How little one cares br For the grandest affairs br That may busy the world as it goes! br br How little one feels br For the waltzes and reels br Of our Dance-loving friends at a Ball! br How slight one's concern br To conjecture or learn br What their flounces or hearts may befall. br br How little one minds br If a company dines br On the best that the Season affords! br How short is one's muse br O'er the Sauces and Stews, br Or the Guests, be they Beggars or Lords. br br How little the Bells, br Ring they Peels, toll they Knells, br Can attract our attention or Ears! br The Bride may be married, br The Corse may be carried br And touch nor our hopes nor our fears. br br Our own bodily pains br Ev'ry faculty chains; br We can feel on no subject besides. br Tis in health and in ease br We the power must seize br For our friends and our souls to provide.