Thomas Hood - Head Quotes

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

Thomas Hood

My head was like an ardent coal,
My heart as solid ice;
My wretched, wretched soul, I knew,
Was at the Devil's price:
A dozen times I groaned: the dead
Had never groaned but twice!

Thomas Hood

Oh would I were dead now,
Or up in my bed now,
To cover my head now,
And have a good cry!

Thomas Hood

'Tis strange how like a very dunce,
Man, with his bumps upon his sconce,
Has lived so long, and yet no knowledge he
Has had, till lately, of Phrenology—
A science that by simple dint of
Head-combing he should find a hint of,
When scratching o'er those little pole-hills
The faculties throw up like mole hills.

Thomas Hood

John Jones he was a builder's clerk, On ninety pounds a year, Before his head was engine-turn'd To be an engineer!

Thomas Hood