• Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
    Weep,and you weep alone;
    For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth,
    But has enough trouble of its own.
    Sing, and the hills will answer;
    Sigh, and it is lost on air;
    The echos bound to a joyful sound,
    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 life's gall.
    Feast,and your halls crowded;
    Fast, and the world goes by.
    There is room in the halls of pleasure
    For a large and lordly train,
    But one by one we must all file on
    Through the narrow aisles of pain.