Perhaps it was right to dissemble your love

Young fellows will be young fellows.

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

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

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

Hope! thou nurse of young desire.

By candle-light nobody would have taken you for above five-and-twenty.