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

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

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.

Young fellows will be young fellows.

Hope! thou nurse of young desire.

Ay, do despise me! I'm the prouder for it; I like to be despised.