13 Quotes by Isaac Bickerstaffe

We all love a pretty girl - under the rose.

And this the burden of his song / For ever used to be, / I care for nobody, not I, / If no one cares for me.

There was a jolly miller once, / Lived on the river Dee; / He worked and sang from morn till night; / No lark more blithe than he.

The greatness that would make us grave, Is but an empty thing. What more than mirth would mortals have? The cheerful man's a king.

Fine feathers, they say, make fine birds.

Tis a sure sign work goes on merrily, when folks sing at it.

But if I'm content with a little, Enough is as good as a feast.

Young fellows will be young fellows.

How happy is the sailor's life, from coast to coast to roam; in every port he finds a wife, in every land a home.