The careful insect 'midst his works I view, Now from the flowers exhaust the fragrant dew, With golden treasures load his little thighs, And steer his distant journey through the skies. — John Gay Copy Share Image
The sun was set; the night came on apace, And falling dews bewet around the place; The bat takes airy rounds on leathern wings, And the hoarse owl his woeful dirges sings. — John Gay Copy Share Image
Whence is thy learning? Hath thy toil O'er books consumed the midnight oil? — John Gay Copy Share Image
To cheat a man is nothing; but the woman must have fine parts, indeed, who cheats a woman — John Gay Copy Share Image
Fair is the kingcup that in meadow blows, Fair is the daisy that beside her grows. — John Gay Copy Share Image
'T is woman that seduces all mankind; By her we first were taught the wheedling arts. — John Gay Copy Share Image
Fill it up. I take as large draughts of liquor as I did of love. I hate a flincher in either. — John Gay Copy Share Image
A rich rogue nowadays is fit company for any gentleman; and the world, my dear, hath not such a contempt for roguery as you… — John Gay Copy Share Image
Let firm, well hammer'd soles protect thy feet Through freezing snows, and rains, and soaking sleet; Should the big last extend the shoe too… — John Gay Copy Share Image
A Wolf eats sheep but now and then; Ten thousands are devour'd by men. An open foe may prove a curse, but a pretend… — John Gay Copy Share Image
