Laugh, and the world laughs with you
Weep, and you weep alone
For this brave old earth must borrow its mirth
It 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 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 want 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