13 Quotes by Isaac Bickerstaffe

Hope! thou nurse of young desire.

There was a jolly miller once, Lived on the River Dee; He worked and sang, from morn to night; No lark so blithe as he. And this the burden of his song, Forever used to be, "I care for nobody, not I, If no one cares for me.

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.

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