Those who laugh the hardest, oftener are grieved;
Gaiety disguises pain, and laughter can deceive.
For life is but a dream sublime! in Joy we must endure:
Optimism is the key, for sorrow is abhorred.
Loneliness and heartbreak! What melancholy dearth:
Then drown these in hilarity and smother them in mirth.
Calamity is galling, misery the same,
Who can you call to be your friend, when gloomy knows your name?
Those who laugh the hardest, often weep the most""
Facades of our lighthearted bliss, hide the black morose.
Dejection is so drearisome, happiness so fair!
Better then, to bury hurt, and smother grim despair.
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