C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.
As merry as the day is long.
I had rather have a fool to make me merry, than experience to make me sad.
Nothing is more hopeless than a scheme of merriment.
As tis ever common That men are merriest when they are from home.
Jog on, jog on, the foot-path way,
And merrily bent the stile-a:
A merry heart goes all the day, Your sad tires in a mile-a.
And frame your mind to mirth and merriment, Which bars a thousand harms and lengthens life.
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?
Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee
Jest, and youthful Jollity,
Quips, and Cranks, and wanton Wiles,
Nods, and Becks, and wreathed Smiles,
Such as hang on Hebes cheek,
And love to live in dimple sleek;
Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.