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

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

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.

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.

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.

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

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

The more fools the more one laughs.
[Fr., Plus on est de fous, plus on rit.]

The more fools the more one laughs.
[Fr., Plus on est de fous, plus on rit.]

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.

What should a man do but be merry? For look you how cheerfully
my mother looks, and my father read more

What should a man do but be merry? For look you how cheerfully
my mother looks, and my father died within's two hours.

(Pedro:) In faith, lady, you have a merry heart.
(Beatrice:) Yea, my lord; I thank it, poor fool, it read more

(Pedro:) In faith, lady, you have a merry heart.
(Beatrice:) Yea, my lord; I thank it, poor fool, it keeps on the
windy side of care.