What will not luxury taste? Earth, sea, and air, Are daily ransack'd for the bill of fare. Blood stuffed in skins is British Christians' food, And France robs marshes of the croaking brood. — 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
