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'T was when the sea was roaring
With hollow blasts of wind,
A damsel lay deploring,
All on a rock reclin'd.

John Gay

So comes a reckoning when the banquet's o'er,--
The dreadful reckoning, and men smile no more.

John Gay

'T is woman that seduces all mankind;
By her we first were taught the wheedling arts.

John Gay

Over the hills and far away.

John Gay

If the heart of a man is depress'd with cares,
The mist is dispell'd when a woman appears.

John Gay

The fly that sips treacle is lost in the sweets.

John Gay

Brother, brother! we are both in the wrong.

John Gay

How happy could I be with either,
Were t' other dear charmer away!

John Gay

The charge is prepar'd, the lawyers are met,
The judges all ranged,--a terrible show!

John Gay

All in the Downs the fleet was moor'd.

John Gay

Adieu, she cried, and waved her lily hand.

John Gay

Remote from cities liv'd a swain,
Unvex'd with all the cares of gain;
His head was silver'd o'er with age,
And long experience made him sage.

John Gay

Whence is thy learning? Hath thy toil
O'er books consum'd the midnight oil?

John Gay

Where yet was ever found a mother
Who 'd give her booby for another?

John Gay

No author ever spar'd a brother.

John Gay

Lest men suspect your tale untrue,
Keep probability in view.

John Gay

In ev'ry age and clime we see
Two of a trade can never agree.

John Gay

Is there no hope? the sick man said;
The silent doctor shook his head.

John Gay

While there is life there's hope, he cried.

John Gay

Those who in quarrels interpose
Must often wipe a bloody nose.

John Gay

That raven on yon left-hand oak
(Curse on his ill-betiding croak!)
Bodes me no good.

John Gay

And when a lady's in the case,
You know all other things give place.

John Gay

Give me, kind Heaven, a private station,
A mind serene for contemplation:
Title and profit I resign;
The post of honour shall be mine.

John Gay

From wine what sudden friendship springs!

John Gay

Life is a jest, and all things show it;
I thought so once, but now I know it.

John Gay

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