Quote#Humour & Wit
Sport, that wrinkled Care derides
Quote byJohn Milton · 1608–1674
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: L'Allegro (1631), Line 31.
English (original)
Sport, that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter, holding both his sides. Come, and trip it, as you go. On the light fantastic toe.
— John Milton
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