An ounce of mirth is worth a pound of sorrow.

An ounce of mirth is worth a pound of sorrow.

Hostess, clap to the doors. Watch to-night, pray to-morrow.
Gallants, lads, boys, hearts of gold, all the titles of read more

Hostess, clap to the doors. Watch to-night, pray to-morrow.
Gallants, lads, boys, hearts of gold, all the titles of good
fellowship come to you! What, shall we be merry? Shall we have
a play extempore.

The glad circle round them yield their souls
To festive mirth, and wit that knows no gall.

The glad circle round them yield their souls
To festive mirth, and wit that knows no gall.

So the gods bless me,
When all our offices have been oppressed
With riotous feeders, when our read more

So the gods bless me,
When all our offices have been oppressed
With riotous feeders, when our vaults have wept
With drunken spilth of wine, when every room
Hath blazed with lights and brayed with minstrelsy,
I have retired me to a wasteful cock
And set mine eyes at flow.

Be large in mirth; anon we'll drink a measure
The table round.

Be large in mirth; anon we'll drink a measure
The table round.

And if you can be merry then, I'll say
A man may weep upon his wedding day.

And if you can be merry then, I'll say
A man may weep upon his wedding day.

Some credit in being jolly.

Some credit in being jolly.

(Pedro:) Your silence most offends me, and to be merry best
becomes you for out o' question you were read more

(Pedro:) Your silence most offends me, and to be merry best
becomes you for out o' question you were born in a merry hour.
(Beatrice:) No, sure, my lord, my mother cried; but then there
was a star danced, and under that was I born.

A merry heart doeth good like a medicine: but a broken spirit
drieth the bones.

A merry heart doeth good like a medicine: but a broken spirit
drieth the bones.