Better beans and bacon in peace than cakes and ale in fear.

Filled with mingled cream and amber I will drain that glass again. Such hilarious visions clamber Through the chambers of my brain -- Quaintest thoughts -- queerest fancies Come to life and fade away; Who cares how time advances? I am drinking ale today.

Merrily taking twopenny ale and cheese with a pocket knife; / But these were luxuries not for him who went for the Simple Life.

Or merry swains, who quaff the nut-brown ale, and sing enamoured of the nut-brown maid.

A crust eaten in peace is better than a banquet partaken in anxiety.

Ale, man, ale's the stuff to drink for fellows whom it hurts to think.