| Author |
Quotes |
| Bible | A merry heart doeth good like a medicine: but a broken spirit drieth the bones. |
| Charles Dickens | Some credit in being jolly. |
| Florent Carton Dancourt | The more fools the more one laughs. |
| James Thomson | The glad circle round them yield their souls To festive mirth, and wit that knows no gall. |
| Richard Baxter | An ounce of mirth is worth a pound of sorrow. |
| Robert Burton | Go then merrily to Heaven. |
| Sir Walter Scott | Forward and frolic glee was there, The will to do, the soul to dare. |
| Thomas Tusser | 'Tis merry in hall Where beards wag all. |
| John Milton | Mirth, admit me of thy crew, To live with her, and live with thee, In unreprov'd pleasures free. |
| John Dryden | A very merry, dancing, drinking, Laughing, quaffing, and unthinking time. |
| Marcus Valerius Martialhtm | Be merry if you are wise. |
| Robert Burns | As Tammie glow'red, amazed and curious, The mirth and fun grew fast and furious. |
| William Shakespeare | What should a man do but be merry? For look you how cheerfully my mother looks, and my father died within's two hours. |
| William Shakespeare | 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. |
| William Shakespeare | And if you can be merry then, I'll say A man may weep upon his wedding day. |
| William Shakespeare | 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. |
| William Shakespeare | 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. |
| William Shakespeare | Berowne they call him, but a merrier man, Within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour's talk withal. |
| William Shakespeare | To move wild laughter in the throat of death? It cannot be, it is impossible, Mirth cannot move a soul in agony. |
| William Shakespeare | Be large in mirth, anon we'll drink a measure The table round. |
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