Fine feathers, they say, make fine birds.

- Isaac Bickerstaffe

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 so…

- Isaac Bickerstaffe

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.

- Isaac Bickerstaffe

Young fellows will be young fellows.

- Isaac Bickerstaffe

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.

- Isaac Bickerstaffe

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

- Isaac Bickerstaffe

Hope! thou nurse of young desire.

- Isaac Bickerstaffe

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

- Isaac Bickerstaffe