Quotes About Joy

What win I, if I gain the thing I seek? A dream, a breath, a froth of fleeting joy. Who buys a minute's mirth to wail a week? Or sells eternity to get a toy? For one sweet grape who will the vine destroy? Or what fond beggar, but to touch the crown, Would with the sceptre straight be strucken down?

Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: I were but little happy, if I could say how much. Lady, as you are mine, I am yours: I give away myself for you and dote upon the exchange.

My Crown is in my heart, not on my head: Not deck'd with Diamonds, and Indian stones: Nor to be seen: my Crown is call'd Content, A Crown it is, that seldom Kings enjoy.

I count myself in nothing else so happy as in a soul remembering my good Friends

What win I if I gain the thing I seek? A dream, a breath, a froth of fleeting joy. Who buys a minute's mirth to wail a week? Or sells eternity to get a toy?

And to be merry best becomes you; for, out of question, you were born in a merry hour. No, sure, my lord, my mother cried; but then there was a star danced, and under that was I born.

Tis safter to be that which we destroy Than by destruction dwell in doubtful joy.

Under the greenwood tree, Who loves to lie with me And tune his merry note, Unto the sweet bird's throat; Come hither, come hither, come hither. Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather.

For where thou art, there is the world itself, With every several pleasure in the world, And where thou art not, desolation.

If all the year were playing holidays; To sport would be as tedious as to work.

These sudden joys have sudden endings. They burn up in victory like fire and gunpowder.

Go girl, seek happy nights to happy days

I was born to speak all mirth and no matter.

As merry as the day is long.

Here come the lovers, full of joy and mirth.— Joy, gentle friends! joy and fresh days of love Accompany your hearts!

Naught's had, all's spent, Where our desire is got without content. 'Tis safer to be that which we destroy Than by destruction dwell in doubtful joy.

Things won are done, joy's soul lies in the doing.

A light heart lives long.

On the bat's back I do fly After summer merrily.

Frame your mind to mirth and merriment which bars a thousand harms and lengthens life.

Fair thoughts and happy hours attend on you.

Seek happy nights to happy days.W

When you do dance, I wish you a wave o' the sea, that you might ever do nothing but that.

There are no faces truer than those that are so washed. How much better is it to weep at joy than to joy at weeping!