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