(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.

With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come,
And let my liver rather heat with wine
Than read more

With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come,
And let my liver rather heat with wine
Than my heart cool with mortifying groans.

To move wild laughter in the throat of death?
It cannot be; it is impossible:
Mirth cannot read more

To move wild laughter in the throat of death?
It cannot be; it is impossible:
Mirth cannot move a soul in agony.

Jog on, jog on, the foot-path way,
And merrily hent the stile-a.
A merry heart goes all read more

Jog on, jog on, the foot-path way,
And merrily hent the stile-a.
A merry heart goes all the day,
Your sad tires in a mile-a.

A very merry, dancing, drinking,
Laughing, quaffing, and unthinking time.

A very merry, dancing, drinking,
Laughing, quaffing, and unthinking time.

Address yourself to entertain them sprightly,
And let's be red with mirth.

Address yourself to entertain them sprightly,
And let's be red with mirth.

'Tis merry in hall
Where beards wag all.
- Thomas Tusser,

'Tis merry in hall
Where beards wag all.
- Thomas Tusser,

And mo the merier is a Prouerbe eke.
[The more the merrier.]

And mo the merier is a Prouerbe eke.
[The more the merrier.]

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.