What happiness the rural maid attends, In cheerful labour while each day she spends! She gratefully receives what Heav'n has sent, And, rich in poverty, enjoys content. — 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
