The greatness that would make us grave, Is but an empty thing. What more than mirth would mortals have? The cheerful man's… — Isaac Bickerstaffe Cheerful Copy Share Image
Tis a sure sign work goes on merrily, when folks sing at it. — Isaac Bickerstaffe Folks Copy Share Image
But if I'm content with a little, Enough is as good as a feast. — Isaac Bickerstaffe Enough Copy Share Image
There was a jolly miller once, Lived on the River Dee; He worked and sang, from morn to night; No lark so… — Isaac Bickerstaffe Blithe Copy Share Image
How happy is the sailor's life, from coast to coast to roam; in every port he finds a wife, in every land… — Isaac Bickerstaffe Coast Copy Share Image
