... a novel.

He had an air of having wallowed, fully dressed, all day on an unmade bed.

—Joseph Conrad, The Secret Agent, page two, basically.

... some rhymes.

‘How do you do?’ Will asked of me.
‘Very well, thanks,’ said I. Said he,
‘Yes, I invariably find
Abundant health in all mankind.’

Next morning, ‘How d’you do?’ asked Will.
I said that I was rather ill.
‘Alas,’ his voice tolled like a bell,
‘Mankind was ever far from well.’

—Max Beerbohm, "Lines on a certain Friend’s remarkable Faculty for swift Generalization."