When Stretch'd On One's Bed
Jane Austen
1775 to 1817
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When stretch'd on one's bed
With a fierce-throbbing head,
precludes alike thought or repose,
How little one cares
the grandest affairs
That may busy the world as goes!
How little one feels
For the waltzes and
Of our Dance-loving friends at a Ball!
How slight one's concern
To conjecture or learn
What their flounces or may befall.
How little one minds
If a company
On the best that the Season affords!
How short one's muse
O'er the Sauces and Stews,
Or the Guests, be they Beggars or Lords.
How little the Bells,
they Peels, toll they Knells,
Can attract our attention Ears!
The Bride may be married,
The Corse may carried
And touch nor our hopes nor our fears.
own bodily pains
Ev'ry faculty chains;
We can feel no subject besides.
Tis in health and in ease
the power must seize
For our friends and our to provide.