The Book of Poetry, tr. by James Legge, [1876], at sacred-texts.com
2I was putting my clothes on upside down,
Ere showed the east the rising flame.
I was putting my clothes on upside down,
When from the court an order came. p. 109
3On garden fence, made but of willow wands,
E’en reckless fellows look with fear.
Our prince can't tell the night from dawn;—
Too soon, or late, his calls appear!