Look, the shortest cut falls to Coridon. Coridon. Well, then, I will begin, for I hate contention
Coridon's song. Oh the sweet contentment The countryman doth find! Heigh trolollie lollie foe, Heigh trolollie lee. That quiet contemplation Possesseth all my mind: Then care away And wend along with me. For Courts are full of flattery, As hath too oft been tried Heigh trolollie lollie foe, etc., The city full of wantonness, And both are full of pride: Then care away, etc. But oh, the honest countryman Speaks truly from his heart Heigh trolollie lollie foe, etc.英文原著 · 《The Complete Angler》
His pride is in his tillage, His horses, and his cart: Then care away, etc. Our cloathing is good sheep-skins Grey russet for our wives Heigh trolollie lollie loe, etc. 'Tis warmth and not gay cloathing That doth prolong our lives: Then care away, etc. The ploughman, tho' he labour hard, Yet on the holy-day Heigh trolollie lollie foe, etc. No emperor so merrily Does pass his time away: Then care away, etc. To recompense our tillage, The heavens afford us showers Heigh trolollie lollie foe, etc. And for our sweet refreshment. The earth affords us bowers: Then care away, etc.英文原著 · 《The Complete Angler》
SIR JO. Nay, Gad, I'll pick up; I'm resolved to make a night on't. I'll go to Alderman Fondlewife by and by, and get fifty pieces more from him. Adslidikins, bully, we'll wallow in wine and women. Why, this same Madeira wine has made me as light as a grasshopper. Hist, hist, bully, dost thou see those tearers? [Sings.] Look you what here is--look you what here is--toll--loll--dera--toll--loll-- agad, t'other glass of Madeira, and I durst have attacked 'em in my own proper person, without your help.英文原著 · 《The Old Bachelor》
What we call the English spirit of free inquiry was fostered and developed by Wiclif and his Lollards with the English Scripture in their hands. Out of it has grown as out of no other one root the freedom of the English and American people.英文原著 · 《A Study of Bible》
It was no dream; clear and cruel in the moonlight the humpbacked boulder; the dead sheep; and that gray figure, beautiful, motionless, damned for all eternity. The Master turned his face and looked at Andrew, a dumb, pitiful entreaty in his eyes; but in the boy's white, horror-stricken countenance was no comfort. Then his head lolled down again, and the strong man was whimpering. 'Scuse ma laffin', Mr. Moore--he! he!"
A little man, all wet and shrunk, sat hunching on a mound above them, rocking his shrivelled form to and fro in the agony of his merriment. "Ye raskil--he! Ye rogue--he!英文原著 · 《Bob Son of Battle》
'You need to give a lollipop to the beautiful woman next to you.'" 'You need to give a lollipop to the beautiful woman next to you.'"演讲 · 《Everyday leadership ~ Drew Dudley》