I would give all my fame for a pot of ale and safety.

For a quart of Ale is a dish for a King

He lives in fame that died in virtue's cause.

Out of this nettle - danger - we pluck this flower - safety.

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.