Maxioms by George Farquhar
Vivutur ingenio, that damn'd motto there
Seduced me first to me a wicked player.
Vivutur ingenio, that damn'd motto there
Seduced me first to me a wicked player.
Like hungry guests, a sitting audience looks;
Plays are like suppers; poets are the cooks.
The founder's read more
Like hungry guests, a sitting audience looks;
Plays are like suppers; poets are the cooks.
The founder's you: the table is the place:
The carvers we: the prologue is the grace.
Each act, a course, each scene, a different dish,
Though we're in Lent, I doubt you're still for flesh.
Satire's the sauce, high-season'd, sharp and rough.
Kind masks and beaux, I hope you're pepperproof?
Wit is the wine; but 'tis so scarce the true
Poets, like vintners, balderdash and brew.
Your surly scenes, where rant and bloodshed join.
Are butcher's meat, a battle's sirloin:
Your scenes of love, so flowing, soft and chaste,
Are water-gruel without salt or taste.
We are the men of intrinsic value, who can strike our fortunes out of ourselves, whose worth is independent of read more
We are the men of intrinsic value, who can strike our fortunes out of ourselves, whose worth is independent of accidents in life, or revolutions in government: we have heads to get money, and hearts to spend it.
Money is the sinews of love, as of war.
Money is the sinews of love, as of war.
'Twas for the good of my country that I should be abroad.
Anything for the good of one's country--I'm read more
'Twas for the good of my country that I should be abroad.
Anything for the good of one's country--I'm a Roman for that.
