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[Thrice Curst be Wanton Pleasure, Hell's Fine Daughter]

I said of Laughter, It is mad, and of mirth, What doth it? Eccl. 2. 2.

Thrice Curst be Wanton Pleasure, Hell's Fine Daughter,
That Tickles us into such Fits of Laughter!
What i'st on Earth can make us be so Jolly?
Like Fooles in grain, Laugh we at our own Folly?
Solace, by Laughter, breaks forth to Excess,
Out-goes its selfe, and turnes to Heaviness.
Laughter's but the last Blaze of Mirth: Full-Blown
Our Joyes straight Fade: from greatest come to none.
I'le Laugh no more for Mirth: but, if thou see
Me Laugh, vain World, be sure I Laugh at Thee.