Laugh and the world laughs with you;
Weep, and it gives you the laugh anyway.

Laugh and the world laughs with you;
Weep, and it gives you the laugh anyway.

Here’s to thee my honest friend,
Wishing these hard time to mend.

Here’s a health to poverty; it sticks by us
when our friends forsake us.

Everybody in life gets the same amount of ice. The rich get it in the summer and the poor in the winter.

All of this has been a religious experience: a living hell.

A speedy calm to the storms of life.

To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.

Though life is now pleasant and sweet to the sense
We’ll be damnable mouldy a hundred years hence.

Over the hallowed graves may the winds of heaven whisper our benedictions.

Oh, here’s to other meetings,
and merry greetings then;
And here’s to those we’ve drunk with;
But never can again.
