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LAUGHTER LAUGHTER

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Ce n'est pas etre bien aise que de rire.

He is not always at ease who laughs.

St. Evremond.


I have known sorrow—therefore I
May laugh with you, O friend, more merrily
Than those who never sorrowed upon earth
And know not laughter's worth.
I have known laughter—therefore I
May sorrow with you far more tenderly
Than those who never guess how sad a thing
Seems merriment to one heart's suffering.
Theodosia Garrison—Knowledge.


I am the laughter of the new-born child
On whose soft-breathing sleep an angel smiled.
R. W. Gilder—Ode.


Your laugh is of the sardonic kind.
Caius Gracchus. When his adversaries
laughed at his defeat.


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.
Paul Hamilton Hayne—Ariel.


Laugh not too much; the witty man laughs least:
For wit is news only to ignorance.
Lesse at thine own things laugh; lest in the jest
Thy person share, and the conceit advance.
 | author = Herbert
 | work = The Temple. Church Porch. St.
39.
 | seealso = (See also Chesterfield)
 | topic = Laughter
 | page = 429
}}

{{Hoyt quote
 | num =
 | text = <poem>And unextinguish'd laughter shakes the skies.
Homer—Iliad. Bk. I. L. 771. Odyssey.
Bk. VIII. L. 116
 | note = Pope's trans.


Discit enim citius, meminitque libentius ilud
Quod quis deridet, quam quod probat et
veneratur.
For a man learns more quickly and remembers more easily that which he laughs
at, than that which he approves and reveres.
Horace—Epistles. Bk. II. 1. 262.


Laugh, and be fat, sir, your penance is known.
They that love mirth, let them heartily drink,
’Tis the only receipt to make sorrow sink.
Ben Jonson—Entertainments. The Penates.


We must laugh before we are happy, for fear
we die before we laugh at all.
La Bhuyere—The Characters or Manners of the Present Age. Ch. IV.
li
The sense of humor has other things to do than
to make itself conspicuous in the act of laughter.
Alice Meynell—Laughter.
 | seealso = (See also Chesterfield)
 | topic = Laughter
 | page = 429
}}

{{Hoyt quote
 | num =
 | text = <poem>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 Hebe's cheek,
And love to live in dimple sleek;
Sport that wrinkled Care derides,
And Laughter holding both his sides.
 | author = Milton
 | work = U Allegro. L. 25.


To laugh, if but for an instant only, has never
been granted to man before the fortieth day
from his birth, and then it is looked upon as a
miracle of precocity.
Pliny the Elder—Natural History. Bk. VII
Ch. I. Holland's trans.


Laugh at your friends, and if your friends are
sore;
So much the better, you may laugh the more.
 | author = Pope
 | work = Epilogue to Satire. Dialogue I. L. 55.


The man that loves and laughs must sure do
well.
 | author = Pope
 | work = Imitations of Horace. Ep. VI. Bk. I.
L. 129.


To laugh were want of goodness and of grace;
And to be grave, exceeds all pow'r of face.
 | author = Pope
 | work = Prologue to Satires. L. 35.


Nimium risus pretium est, si probitatis impendio constat.
A laugh costs too much when bought at the
expense of virtue.
Qutntilian—De Institutions Oratorio. VI.
. 5.


One inch of joy surmounts of grief a span,
Because to laugh is proper to the man.
Rabelais—To the Readers.


Tel qui rit vendredi, dimanche pleurera.
He who laughs on Friday will weep on
Sunday.
Racine—Plaideurs. I. 1.


Has he gone to the land of no laughter,
The man who made mirth for us all?
James Rhoades—Death of Artemus Ward.


Niemand wird tiefer traurig als wer zu viel
lachelt.
No one will be more profoundly sad than
, he who laughs too much.
Jean Paul Richter—Hesperus. XIX.


Castigat ridendo mores.
He chastizes manners with a laugh.
Santeuil—Motto of the Comedie Italienne, and
Opera Comique. Paris.


With his eyes in flood with laughter.
Cymbeline. Act I. Sc. 6. L. 74.


O, you shall see him laugh till his face be like
a wet cloak ill laid up.
Henry IV. Pt. II. Act V. Sc. 1. L. 88.


The brain of this foolish-compounded clay,
man, is not able to invent anything that tends
to laughter, more than I invent or is invented
on me.
Henry IV. Pt. II. Act I. Sc. 2. L. 6.


O, I am stabb'd with laughter.

Love's Labour's Lost. Act V. Sc. 2. L. 79.