Wynken, Blynken and Nod one night / Sailed off in a wooden shoe - / Sailed on a river of crystal light, / Into a sea of dew.

But I, when I undress me Each night upon my knees Will ask the Lord to bless me, With apple pie and cheese

The biggest fish he ever caught were those that got away.

How gracious those dews of solace that over my senses fall At the clink of the ice in the pitcher the boy brings up the hall.

When I demanded of my friend what viands he preferred, He quoth, "A large cold bottle, and a small hot bird!"

All good and true book-lovers practice the pleasing and improving avocation of reading in bed ... No book can be appreciated until it has been slept with and dreamed over.