Laugh, And The World Laughs With You: Weep, And You Weep Alone; For The Sad 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. Feast, And Your Halls Are Crowded; Fast, And The World Goes By; Succeed And Give, And It Helps You Live, But It Cannot Help You Die. There Is Room In The Halls Of Pleasure For A Long And Lordly Train; But One By One We Must All File On Through The Narrow Aisles Of Pain.