Whether we wake or we sleep, Whether we carol or weep, The Sun with his Planets in chime, Marketh the going of Time.

Whether we wake or we sleep, Whether we carol or weep, The Sun with his Planets in chime, Marketh the going of Time.

I am all for the short and merry life.

A book of verses underneath the bough, A jug of wine, a loaf of bread-and thou.