He's King of Mirth that slyly cheats our sense
He's King of Mirth that slyly cheats our sense
With pun ambiguous, pleasing in suspense;
The shoulders lax become; the bending back
Upheaved with laughter makes our ribs to crack;
Ev'n to the liver he can joys impart,
And play upon the fibres of the heart,
Open the chambers of the lungs, and there
Give longer life in laughing, than in air.
With pun ambiguous, pleasing in suspense;
The shoulders lax become; the bending back
Upheaved with laughter makes our ribs to crack;
Ev'n to the liver he can joys impart,
And play upon the fibres of the heart,
Open the chambers of the lungs, and there
Give longer life in laughing, than in air.
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