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.

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.

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.

For the heavens, he shows me where the bachelors sit, and there
live we as merry as the day read more

For the heavens, he shows me where the bachelors sit, and there
live we as merry as the day is long.

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.

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.]

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.

I am not merry; but I do beguile
The thing I am by seeming otherwise.

I am not merry; but I do beguile
The thing I am by seeming otherwise.