Then I love thee
Because thou art a woman and disclaim'st
Flinty mankind, whose eyes do never give
But thorough lust and laughter.
Then I love thee
Because thou art a woman and disclaim'st
Flinty mankind, whose eyes do never give
But thorough lust and laughter.
Present mirth hath present laughter; What's to come is still unsure.
A hundred thousand welcomes. I could weep And I could laugh, I am light and heavy. Welcome.
When a father gives to his son, both laugh; when a son gives to his father, both cry.
If you prick us do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not laugh? If you poison us do we not die? And if you wrong us shall we not revenge?
O, for the love of laughter, let him fetch his drum; he
says he has a stratagem for't.
Though it make the unskillful laugh, cannot but make the judicious grieve.
The lamentable change is from the best;
The worst returns to laughter.
O, for the love of laughter, hinder not the honour of
his design; let him fetch off his drum in any hand.
What is love 'tis not hereafter Present mirth hath present laughter.
They laugh that win.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories