A college joke to cure the dumps.

People that make puns are like wanton boys that put coppers on the railroad tracks.

A joke's a very serious thing.

(Andrew:) I am not such an ass but I can keep my hand dry. But what's your jest? (Maria:) A dry jest, sir. (Andrew:) Are you full of them? (Maria:) Ay, sir, I have them at my fingers' ends. Marry, now I let go your hand, I am barren.

A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes it.

Jesters do oft prove prophets.