Merrily, merrily shall I live now,Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.

The oldest hath borne most: we that are young,Shall never see so much, nor live so long.

Shall I never see a bachelor of three score again?

I have not kept the square, but that to comeShall all be done by the rule.

It shall be called Bottom's Dream, because it hath no bottom.

Comes merrily in tomorrow.