The lyric sound of laughter Fills all the April hills The joy-song of the crocus, The mirth of daffodils.
Alike all ages: dames of ancient days Have led their children through the mirthful maze, And the gay grandsire, skill'd in gestic lore, Has frisk'd beneath the burden of threescore.
If cold December gave you birth, The month of snow and ice and mirth, Place on you hand a Turquoise blue, Success will bless whate'er you do.
I have a dog of Blenheim birth, With fine long ears and full of mirth; And sometimes, running o'er the plain, He tumbles on his nose: But quickly jumping up again, Like lightning on he goes!
Who mix'd reason with pleasure, and wisdom with mirth; If he had any faults, he has left us in doubt.
Chide him for faults, and do it reverently, When you perceive his blood inclined to mirth, But, being moody, give him time and scope, Till that his passions, like a whale on ground, Confound themselves with working.
Then I commended mirth, because a man hath no better thing under the sun, than to eat, and to drink, and to be merry: for that shall abide with him of his labour the days of his life, which God giveth him under the sun.
Let us have wine and woman, mirth and laughter, Sermons and soda-water the day after.
Gay, sprightly, land of mirth and social ease Pleased with thyself, whom all the world can please.
See, your guests approach. Address yourself to entertain them sprightly, And let's be red with mirth.
Oh, Mirth and Innocence! Oh, Milk and Water! Ye happy mixture of more happy days!
For now, the corn house filled, the harvest home, Th' invited neighbors to the husking come; A frolic scene, where work and mirth and play Unite their charms to cheer the hours away.
If cold December gave you birth, The month of snow and ice and mirth, Place on you hand a Turquoise blue, Success will bless whate'er you do.
Loud laughter is the mirth of the mob, who are only pleased with silly things; for true wit or good sense never excited a laugh since the creation of the world.
Laugh, and be fat, sir, your penance is known. They that love mirth, let them heartily drink, 'Tis the only receipt to make sorrow sink.
Luxury is an enticing pleasure, a bastard mirth, which hath honey in her mouth, gall in her heart, and a sting in her tail.
Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that doth inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing, Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
An ounce of mirth is worth a pound of sorrow.
As Tammie glow'red, amazed and curious, The mirth and fun grew fast and furious.
Mirth, admit me of thy crew, To live with her, and live with thee, In unreprov'd pleasures free.
Berowne they call him; but a merrier man, Within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour's talk withal.
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.
With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come, And let my liver rather heat with wine Than my heart cool with mortifying groans.
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.