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

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

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

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

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

In bed we laugh, in bed we cry; And born in bed, in bed we die; The near approach a bed may show Of human bliss to human woe. [Fr., Theatre des ris et des pleurs Lit! ou je nais, et ou je meurs, Tu nous fais voir comment voisins Sont nos plaisirs et chagrins.]