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As Tammie glow'red, amazed and curious,The mirth and fun grew fast and furious.

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Go then merrily to Heaven.

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Some credit in being jolly.

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Hugh laughed again, and with such thorough abandonment to his mad humour, that his limbs seemed dislocated, and his whole frame in danger of tumbling to pieces; but Mr Tappertit, so far from receiving this extreme merriment with any irritation, was pleased to regard it with the utmost favour, and even to join in it, so far as one of his gravity and station could, with any regard to that decency and decorum which men in high places are expected to maintain.

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Forward and frolic glee was there,The will to do, the soul to dare.

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What should a man do but be merry?

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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?

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As 'tis ever commonThat men are merriest when they are from home.

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And, if you can be merry then, I'll sayA man may weep upon his wedding day.

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But a merrier man,I never spent an hour's talk withal.

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Mirth cannot move a soul in agony.

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Be large in mirth; anon we'll drink a measureThe table round.

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With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come,Than my heart cool with mortifying groans.

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As merry as the day is long.

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You have a merry heart. Yea, my lord; I thank it, poor fool, it keeps on the windy side of care.

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Your silence most offends me, and to be merry best becomes you; for out of question, you were born in a merry hour. No, sure, my lord, my mother cried; but then there was a star danced, and under that I was born.

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I am not merry; but I do beguileThe thing I am by seeming otherwise.

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And frame your mind to mirth and merriment,Which bars a thousand harms and lengthens life.

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Merrily, merrily, shall I live nowUnder the blossom that hangs on the bough.

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When every roomHath blaz'd with lights and brayed with minstrelsy.

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Jog on, jog on, the foot-path way, Your sad tires in a mile-a.

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And let's be red with mirth.

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The glad circle round them yield their soulsTo festive mirth, and wit that knows no gall.

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An ounce of mirth is worth a pound of sorrow.

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A very merry, dancing, drinking,Laughing, quaffing, and unthinking time.

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And mo the merier is a Prouerbe eke.

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Mirth, admit me of thy crew,In unreprov'd pleasures free.

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A merry heart doeth good like a medicine.

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'Tis merry in hallWhere beards wag all.

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