The archer settled himself to it like one who had known what it was to find good food scarce; but his tongue still went as merrily as his teeth.
"It passes me," he cried, "how all you lusty fellows can bide scratching your backs at home when there are such doings over the seas.

Look at me--what have I to do?
It is but the eye to the cord, the cord to the shaft, and the shaft to the mark.

There is the whole song of it.

It is but what you do yourselves for pleasure upon a Sunday evening at the parish village butts." "And the wage ?" asked a laborer.
"You see what the wage brings," he answered.

"I eat of the best, and I drink deep.