Laugh, and the world laughs with y Weep, and you weep alone; For the sad old earth must borrow mirth, But has trouble enough of its own. Sing, and the hills will answer; Sigh, it is lost on the air; The echoes bound to a joyful soun But shrink from voicing care. Rejoice, and men will seek you; Grieve, and they turn and go; They want full measure of all your pleasure, But they do not need your woe. Be glad, and your friends are many Be sad, and you lose them all, There are none to decline your nectared wine, But alone you must drink lifes gall. Feast, and your halls are crowded; Fast, and the world goes by. Succeed and give, and it helps you live, But no man can help you die. There is room in the halls of pleasu For a large and lordly train, But one by one we must all file on Through the narrow aisles of pain.
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