John Gay

All in the Downs are fleet was moor'd.

All in the Downs are fleet was moor'd.

I hate the man who builds his name on the ruins of another's fame.

I hate the man who builds his name on the ruins of another's fame.

Reproachful speech from either side
The want of argument supplied;
They rail, reviled; as often ends
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Reproachful speech from either side
The want of argument supplied;
They rail, reviled; as often ends
The contests of disputing friends.

A justice with grave justices shall sit;
He praise their wisdom, they admire his wit.

A justice with grave justices shall sit;
He praise their wisdom, they admire his wit.

How bless'd, how envied, were our life,
Could we but scape the poulterer's knife!
But man, curs'd read more

How bless'd, how envied, were our life,
Could we but scape the poulterer's knife!
But man, curs'd man, on Turkeys preys,
And Christmas shortens all our days:
Sometimes with oysters we combine,
Sometimes assist the savory chine;
From the low peasant to the lord,
The Turkey smokes on every board.