MERRIMENT.

Gold that buys health can never be ill spent,

Nor hours laid out in harmless merriment.

_Westward Ho, Act v. Sc. 3_. J. WEBSTER.

Merrily, merrily, shall I live now

Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.

_Tempest, Act v. Sc. 1_. SHAKESPEARE.

The glad circles round them yield their souls

To festive mirth, and wit that knows no gall.

_The Seasons: Summer_. J. THOMSON.

As merry as the day is long.

_Much Ado about Nothing, Act ii. Sc. 1_. SHAKESPEARE.

And frame your mind to mirth and merriment,

Which bars a thousand harms and lengthens life.

_Taming of the Shrew: Induction, Sc. 2_. SHAKESPEARE.

A merrier man,

Within the limit of becoming mirth,

I never spent an hour's talk withal.

His eye begets occasion for his wit.

For every object that the one doth catch,

The other turns to a mirth-loving jest.

_Love's Labor's Lost, Act ii. Sc. 1_. SHAKESPEARE.

Jog on, jog, on the footpath way,

And merrily hent the stile-a:

A merry heart goes all the day,

Your sad tires in a mile-a.

_The Winter's Tale, Act iv. Sc. 3_. SHAKESPEARE.

Care to our coffin adds a nail, no doubt,

And every grin, so merry, draws one out.

_Expostulatory Odes, XV_. DR. J. WOLCOTT (_Peter Pindar_).

And yet, methinks, the older that one grows,

Inclines us more to laugh than scold, tho' laughter

Leaves us so doubly serious shortly after.

_Beppo_. LORD BYRON.

There's not a string attuned to mirth

But has its chord in melancholy.

_Ode to Melancholy_. T. HOOD.

Low gurgling laughter, as sweet

As the swallow's song i' the South,

And a ripple of dimples that, dancing, meet

By the curves of a perfect mouth.

_Ariel_. P.H. HAYNE.

Fight Virtue's cause, stand up in Wit's defence,

Win us from vice and laugh us into sense.

_On the Prospect of Peace_. T. TICKELL.

Let me play the fool;

With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come;

And let my liver rather heat with wine,

Than my heart cool with mortifying groans.

Why should a man whose blood is warm within,

Sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster?

Sleep when he wakes? and creep into the jaundice

By being peevish?

_Merchant of Venice, Act i. Sc. 1_. SHAKESPEARE.

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