“Eat, drink, and be merry, for tomorrow we die.”
“Eat drink and be merry for tomorrow we may diet.”
“Though we eat little flesh and drink no wine,Yet let's be merry; we'll have tea and toast;Custards for supper, and an endless hostOf syllabubs and jellies and mincepies,And other such ladylike luxuries.”
“Past is deadFuture is uncertain;Present is all you have,So eat, drink and live merry.”
“Without the door let sorrow lie,And if for cold it hap to die,We'll bury 't in a Christmas pie,And evermore be merry.”