John Gay

In every age and clime we see,
Two of a trade can ne'er agree.

In every age and clime we see,
Two of a trade can ne'er agree.

The brave
Love mercy, and delight to save.

The brave
Love mercy, and delight to save.

"I cannot raise my worth too high;
Of what vast consequence am I!"
"Not of the importance read more

"I cannot raise my worth too high;
Of what vast consequence am I!"
"Not of the importance you suppose,"
Replies a Flea upon his nose;
"Be humble, learn thyself to scan;
Know, pride was never made for man."

Brother, brother; we are both in the wrong.

Brother, brother; we are both in the wrong.

The rising blushes, which her cheek o'er-spread,
Are opening roses in the lily's bed.

The rising blushes, which her cheek o'er-spread,
Are opening roses in the lily's bed.