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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.
'Tis merry in hall
Where beards wag all.
- Thomas Tusser,
'Tis merry in hall
Where beards wag all.
- Thomas Tusser,
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.
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.
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.
(Pedro:) Your silence most offends me, and to be merry best
becomes you for out o' question you were read more
(Pedro:) Your silence most offends me, and to be merry best
becomes you for out o' question you were born in a merry hour.
(Beatrice:) No, sure, my lord, my mother cried; but then there
was a star danced, and under that was I born.
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.
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.