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Isaac Bickerstaffe (1733 – 1808)


Irish playwright who arrived in London in 1755 and produced many successful comedies and opera librettos.
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Isaac Bickerstaffe I agree | disagree
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.
Ay, do despise me! I'm the prouder for it; I like to be despised.
Bickerstaffe I agree | disagree
By candle-light nobody would have taken you for above five-and-twenty.




'Tis a sure sign work goes on merrily, when folks sing at it.
Bickerstaffe Isaac I agree | disagree
Perhaps it was right to dissemble your love,
But - why did you kick me downstairs?
Hope! thou nurse of young desire.
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Health is the greatest of all possessions; a pale cobbler is better than a sick king.
Fine feathers, they say, make fine birds.
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And this the burden of his song
Forever used to be,—
I care for nobody, no, not I,
If no one cares for me.
Bickerstaffe Isaac I agree | disagree
Young fellows will be young fellows.
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