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.

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.

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.

Berowne they call him; but a merrier man,
Within the limit of becoming mirth,
I never spent read more

Berowne they call him; but a merrier man,
Within the limit of becoming mirth,
I never spent an hour's talk withal.

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.

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.

Therefore they thought it good for hear a play
And frame your mind to mirth and merriment,
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Therefore they thought it good for hear a play
And frame your mind to mirth and merriment,
Which bars a thousand harms and lengthens life.

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.

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.