We never valued this poor seat of England,
And therefore, living hence, did give ourself
To barbarous read more

We never valued this poor seat of England,
And therefore, living hence, did give ourself
To barbarous license; as 'tis ever common
That men are merriest when they are from home.

Forward and frolic glee was there,
The will to do, the soul to dare.

Forward and frolic glee was there,
The will to do, the soul to dare.

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.

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.

Some credit in being jolly.

Some credit in being jolly.

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.

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.]

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.