Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher, The Knight of the Burning Pestle
'Tis mirth that fils the veines with bloud,
More then wine, or sleepe, or food. 500
Let each man keepe his heart at ease,
No man dies of that disease.
He that would his body keepe
From diseases, must not weepe,
But who euer laughes and sings, 505
Neuer he his body brings
Into feuers, gouts, or rhumes,
Or lingringly his longs consumes:
Or meets with aches in the bone,
Or Catharhes, or griping stone: 510
But contented liues for aye,
The more he laughes, the more he may.
508 longs: lungs