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MERMAIDS
MERRIMENT
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1

Le merite des hommes a sa saison aussi bien que les fruits.
There is a season for man's merit as well as for fruit.

La RochefoucauldMaximes. 291.


2

Il y a du merite sans elevation majs il n'y a point d'elevation sans quelque merite.
There is merit without elevation, but there is no elevation without some merit.

La RochefoucauldMaximes. 301.


3

By merit raised
To that bad eminence.

MiltonParadise Lost. Bk. II. L. 5.


4

Virtute ambire oportet, non favitoribus.
Sat habet favitorum semper, qui recte facit.

We should try to succeed by merit, not by favor. He who does well will always have patrons enough.

PlautusAmphitruo. Prologue. LXXVIII.


5

The sufficiency of merit is to know that my merit is not sufficient.

QuarlesEmblems. Bk. II. Em. I.


6

The spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes.

Hamlet. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 73.


7

The force of his own merit makes his way.

Henry VIII. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 64.


MERMAIDS

8

, train me not, sweet mermaid, with thy note,
To drown me in thy sister's flood of tears.

Comedy of Errors. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 45.


9

Since once I sat upon a promontory,
And heard a mermaid on a dolphin's back
Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath,
That the rude sea grew civil at her song:
And certain stars shot madly from their spheres,
To hear the sea-maid's music.

Midsummer Night's Dream. Act II. Sc. 1. L. 149.


10

Who would be
A mermaid fair,
Singing alone,
Combing her hair
Under the sea,
In a golden curl
With a comb of pearl,
On a throne?
I would be a mermaid fair;
I would sing to myself the whole of the day;
With a comb of pearl I would comb my hair;
And still as I comb I would sing and say,
"Who is it loves me? who loves not me?".

TennysonThe Mermaid.


11

Slow sail'd the weary mariners and saw,
Betwixt the green brink and the running foam,
Sweet faces, rounded arms, and bosoms prest
To little harps of gold; and while they mused
Whispering to each other half in fear,
Shrill music reaeh'd them on the middle sea.

TennysonThe Sea Fairies.


MERRIMENT

12

An ounce of mirth is worth a pound of sorrow.

BaxterSelf Denial.


13

As Tammie glow'red, amazed and curious,
The mirth and fun grew fast and furious.

BurnsTamo' Shanter.


14

Go then merrily to Heaven.

BurtonSec. 3. Memb. 1. Anatomy of Melancholy Pt. II.


15

Plus on est de fous, plus on rit.
The more fools the more one laughs.

DancourtMaison de Campagne.
(See also Gascoigne)


16

Some credit in being jolly.

DickensMartin Chuzzlewit. Ch. V.


17

A very merry, dancing, drinking,
Laughing, quaffing, and unthinking time.

DrydenThe Secular Masque. L. 40.
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19

Ride si sapis.
Be merry if you are wise.

Martial—Epigrams. II. 41. 1.


20

Mirth, admit me of thy crew,
To live with her, and live with thee,
In unreprov'd pleasures free.

MiltonL'Allegro. L. 38.


21

A merry heart doeth good like a medicine.

Proverbs. XVII. 22.


22

Forward and frolic glee was there,
The will to do, the soul to dare.

Scott—Lady of the Lake. Canto I. St. 21.


23

What should a man do but be merry?

Hamlet. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 131.


24

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?

Henry IV. Pt. I. Act II. Sc. 4. L. 305.


25

As 'tis ever common
That men are merriest when they are from home.

Henry V. Act I. Sc. 2. L. 271.


26

And, if you can be merry then, I'll say
A man may weep upon his wedding day.

Henry VIII. Prologue. L. 31.


27

But a merrier man,
Within the limit of becoming mirth,
I never spent an hour's talk withal.

Love's Labour's Lost. Act II. Sc. 1. L. 66.