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She held out her hand to him. "Well, it doesn't do to mope 'The merry heart goes all the day, the sad one tires in a mile-a. And I am out for all day. Please wish me a happy new year." He took her hand in both of his. "I wish you to go through this year as you ended the last in a blaze of glory."
"Honest gentleman, you are lightly satisfied." "So are not you, I vow." She was pleased to answer that with a scrap of a song: "Jog on, jog on the footpath way, And merrily hent the stile-a! A merry heart goes all the way, A sad one tires in a mile-a." "Faith, yours is a mighty sad one, Harry. Pray, what are you the better for stripping me of this?" She flirted the hood.
The Shakespearian passage which earliest impressed my childish mind and carried with it my heartiest sympathies was the song of old Autolycus: "Jog on, jog on, the foot-path way, And merrily hent the stile-a: Your merry heart goes all the day, Your sad tires in a mile-a." Over how many miles of "foot-path way," under how many green hedges, has my childish treble chanted that enlivening ditty!
Jog on, jog on, the footpath way, And merrily bend the stile-a, A merry heart goes all the day, A sad one tires in a mile-a. Winter's Tale.
But if he ever was a butcher he was, nevertheless, an actor and a poet, "and when he killed a calf he would do it in a high style and make a speech."* How Shakespeare fared in this new work we do not know, but we may fancy him when work was done wandering along the pretty country lanes or losing himself in the forest of Arden, which lay not far from his home, "the poet's eye in a fine frenzy rolling," and singing to himself: "Jog on, jog on, the footpath way, And merrily hent the stile-a; A merry heart goes all the day, Your sad tires in a mile-a."*
"Because `A merry heart goes all the day; your sad tires in a mile-a, as Shakespeare says. Because we should never carry out our plans to success if we went at them with sad hearts. I found that out over many of my searches here. An eager, cheery captain makes an eager, cheery crew who laugh at wreck.
Shakespeare makes the chief qualification of the walker a merry heart: "Jog on, jog on, the footpath way, And merrily hent the stile-a; A merry heart goes all the day, Your sad tires in a mile-a." The human body is a steed that goes freest and longest under a light rider, and the lightest of all riders is a cheerful heart.
Jog on, jog on, the footpath way, And merrily hent the stile-a: A merry heart goes all the day, A sad one tires in a mile-a. Winter's Tale.
The boys learned this, and half-chanted, half-sang it over and over while they all kept time to the rhythm. "There's Shottery, I guess!" Betty called, interrupting the singers, as she caught sight of a pretty little group of thatched-roofed cottages. "It seems a very short 'mile-a, doesn't it!"
This led them first past the "back-yards" of Stratford, then over a stile and through the green meadows, where daisies and cowslips abound. As they went along, Mrs. Pitt repeated to them the following little verse from Shakespeare's "Winter's Tale": "Jog on, jog on, the footpath way, And merrily hent the stile-a; A merry heart goes all the way, Your sad tires in a mile-a."
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