O bed! O bed! delicious bed! That heaven upon earth to the weary head.

Matthew, Mark, Luke and John, The bed be blest that I lye on.

The bed has become a place of luxury to me! I would not exchange it for all the thrones in the world.

Rise with the lark, and with the lark to bed.

Like feather-bed betwixt a wall And heavy brunt of cannon ball.

To rise with the lark, and go to bed with the lamb.