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(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.
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.
As Tammie glow'red, amazed and curious,
The mirth and fun grew fast and furious.
As Tammie glow'red, amazed and curious,
The mirth and fun grew fast and furious.
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.
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.
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.
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.
An ounce of mirth is worth a pound of sorrow.
An ounce of mirth is worth a pound of sorrow.
