Merrily, merrily shall I live now
Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.

Merrily, merrily shall I live now
Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.

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.

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.

(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.

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

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

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.

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.

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.

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.