Heart's Ease

Sing care away, with sport and play,

For pastime is our pleasure;

If well we fare, for nought we care,

In mirth consists our treasure.

Let stupids lurk and drudges work,

We do defy their slav'ry;

He is a fool, that goes to school,

All we delight in brav'ry.

What doth avail far hence to sail,

And lead our life in toiling?

Or to what end should we here spend,

Our days in irksome moiling?

It is the best to live at rest,

And tak't as God doth send it,

To haunt each wake and mirth to make,

And with good fellows spend it.