THE PLAINT OF A PESSIMIST.
Nothing to do but bark. Nothing to eat but food, Nothing to wear but clothes. To keep one from going nude.
Nothing to breathe but air. Quick as a flash ’tis gone ; Nowhere to fall but off', Nowhere to stand but on.
Nothing to comb but hair, Nowhere to sleep but in bed. Nothing to weep but tears, Nothing to bury but dead.
Nothing to sing but songs, Ah, well, alas ! alack ! Nowhere to go but ont, Nowhere to come but back
Nothing to see but sights, Nothing to quench but thirst. Nothing to have but what we’ve got ; Thus through life we’re cursed.
Nothing to strike but a gait; Everything moves that goes, Nothing at all but common sense Can ever withstand these woes.
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New Zealand Graphic, Volume XI, Issue 34, 26 August 1893, Page 125
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130THE PLAINT OF A PESSIMIST. New Zealand Graphic, Volume XI, Issue 34, 26 August 1893, Page 125
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