Careful Words

mirth (n.)

mirth (v.)

As Tammie glow'red, amazed and curious,

The mirth and fun grew fast and furious.

Robert Burns (1759-1796): Tam o' Shanter.

O Mirth and Innocence! O milk and water!

Ye happy mixtures of more happy days.

Lord Byron 1788-1824: Beppo. Stanza 80.

Let us have wine and women, mirth and laughter,

Sermons and soda-water the day after.

Lord Byron 1788-1824: Don Juan. Canto ii. Stanza 178.

The common growth of Mother Earth

Suffices me,—her tears, her mirth,

Her humblest mirth and tears.

William Wordsworth (1770-1850): Peter Bell. Prologue. Stanza 27.

Where lives the man that has not tried

How mirth can into folly glide,

And folly into sin!

Sir Walter Scott (1771-1832): Bridal of Triermain. Canto i. Stanza 21.

You have displac'd the mirth, broke the good meeting,

With most admir'd disorder.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4.

Far from all resort of mirth

Save the cricket on the hearth.

John Milton (1608-1674): Il Penseroso. Line 81.

  From the crown of his head to the sole of his foot, he is all mirth.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 2.

With an auspicious and a dropping eye,

With mirth in funeral and with dirge in marriage,

In equal scale weighing delight and dole.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2.

A merrier man,

Within the limit of becoming mirth,

I never spent an hour's talk withal.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Love's Labour's Lost. Act ii. Sc. 1.

At Christmas I no more desire a rose

Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled mirth;

But like of each thing that in season grows.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Love's Labour's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1.

Who mix'd reason with pleasure, and wisdom with mirth:

If he had any faults, he has left us in doubt.

Oliver Goldsmith (1728-1774): Retaliation. Line 24.

I remember, I remember

How my childhood fleeted by,—

The mirth of its December

And the warmth of its July.

W M Praed (1802-1839): I remember, I remember.

There's not a string attuned to mirth

But has its chord in melancholy.

Thomas Hood (1798-1845): Ode to Melancholy.

In mirth that after no repenting draws.

John Milton (1608-1674): Sonnet xxi. To Cyriac Skinner.