And now the herald lark Left his ground-nest, high tow'ring to descry The morn's approach, and greet her with his song.
Hark, hark, the lark at heaven's gate sings, And Phoebus gins arise, His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies; And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes. With every thing that pretty is, My lady sweet, arise, Arise, arise!
Some say that ever 'gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long, And then, they say, no spirit dare stir abroad, The nights are wholesome, then no planets strike, No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm. So hallowed and so gracious is that time.
And now, in keeping with Channel 40's policy of always bringing you the latest in blood and guts, in living color, you're about to see another firstâan attempted suicide.
When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy, And the dimpling stream runs laughing by; When the air does laugh with our merry wit, And the green hill laughs with the noise of it.
Truth's sacred fort th' exploded laugh shall win, And coxcombs vanquish Berkeley with a grin.
How much lies in Laughter: the cipher-key, wherewith we decipher the whole man.
A day without laughter is a day wasted.
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 not too much; the witty man laughs least: For wit is news only to ignorance. Lesse at thine own things laugh; lest in the jest Thy person share, and the conceit advance.
From the moment I picked up your book until I laid it down, I was convulsed with laughter. Some day I intend reading it.
The most wasted of all days is one without laughter.
Unless a man or woman has experienced the darkness of the soul he or she can know nothing of that transforming laughter without which no hint of the ultimate reality of the opposites can be faintly intuited.
Man is the only animal that laughs and weeps; for he is the only animal that is struck with the difference between what things are and what they might of been.
Wit ought to be a glorious treat, like caviar. Never spread it around like marmelade.
We cannot really love anyone with with whom we never laugh.
Laugh, and the world laughs with you; Weep, and you weep alone.
A laugh, to be joyous, must flow from a joyous heart, for without kindness, there can be no true joy.
All this is but a web of the wit; it can work nothing.
Wherefore seeing we also are compassed about with so great a cloud of witnesses, let us lay aside every weight, and the sin which doth so easily beset us, and let us run with patience the race that is set before us, Looking unto Jesus the author and finisher of our faith; who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross, despising the same, and is set down at the right hand of the throne of God.
There was an ancient Roman lawyer, of great fame in the history of Roman jurisprudence, whom they called Cui Bono, from his having first introduced into judicial proceedings the argument, "What end or object could the party have had in the act with which he is accused."
Your pettifoggers damn their souls, To share with knaves in cheating fools.
Is not the winding up witnesses, And nicking, more than half the bus'ness? For witnesses, like watches, go Just as they're set, too fast or slow; And where in Conscience they're strait-lac'd, 'Tis ten to one that side is cast.
The problem with any unwritten law is that you don't know where to go to erase it.
If it weren't for my lawyer, I'd still be in prison. It went a lot faster with two people digging.