A little honey! Ay, a little sweet, br A little pleasure when the years were young, br A joyous measure trod by dancing feet, br A tale of folly told by a loved tongue. br These are the things by which our hearts are wrung br More than by tears. Oh, I would rather laugh, br So I had not to choose such tales among br Which was most laughable. Man's nobler half br Resents mere sorrow. I would rather sit br With just the common crowd that watch the play br And mock at harlequin and the clown's wit, br And call it tragedy and go my way. br I should not err, because the tragic part br Lay not in these, but sealed in my own heart.