A merry heart maketh a cheerful countenance.
Then I commended mirth, because a manhath no better thing under the sun, than to eat, and to drink, and to be merry: for that shall abide with himof hislabour the days of his life, which God giveth him under the sun.
A feast ismade for laughter, and wine maketh merry: but money answereth all things.
And he arose, and came to his father. But when he was yet a great way off, his father saw him, and had compassion, and ran, and fell on his neck, and kissed him. And the son said unto him, Father, I have sinned against heaven, and in thy sight, and am no more worthy to be called thy son. But the father said to his servants, Bring forththebest robe, and put itonhim; and put a ring on his hand, and shoes on his feet: And bring hither the fatted calf, and kill it: and let us eat, and be merry: For this my son was dead, and is alive again; he was lost, and is found. And they began to be merry.
It was meet that we should make merry, and be glad: for this thy brother was dead, and is alive again; and was lost, and is found.
There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her beauty and her chivalry, and bright Childe Harold's Pilgrimage Foul as their soil, and frigid as their snows. The lamps that shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again, And all went merryas a marriage bell; But hush! hark! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell!
But as in wailing there's nought availing, And Death unfailing will strike the blow, Then for that reason, and for a season, Let us be merry before we go.
Avery merry, dancing, drinking, Laughing, quaffing, and unthinking time.
Merry it is in the good greenwood, When the mavis and merle are singing, When the deer sweeps by, and the hounds are in cry, And the hunter's horn is ringing.
Heap on more wood!the wind is chill; But let it whistle as it will, We'll keep our Christmas merry still.
Far may be sought Erst that ye can find So courteous, so kind, As Merry Margaret, This midsummer flower, Gentle as falcon Or hawk of the tower.
The merry cuckoo, messenger of Spring, His trumpet shrill hath thrice already sounded.
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