John Gay ( 10 of 59 )
No retreat. No retreat. They must conquer or die who've no retreat.
No retreat. No retreat. They must conquer or die who've no retreat.
Why is the hearse with scutcheons blazon'd round,
And with the nodding plume of ostrich crown'd?
No; read more
Why is the hearse with scutcheons blazon'd round,
And with the nodding plume of ostrich crown'd?
No; the dead know it not, nor profit gain;
It only serves to prove the living vain.
All in the Downs are fleet was moor'd.
All in the Downs are fleet was moor'd.
I never, with important air,
In conversation overbear.
. . . .
My tongue read more
I never, with important air,
In conversation overbear.
. . . .
My tongue within my lips I rein;
For who talks much must talk in vain.
Basically, I no longer work for anything but the sensation I have
while working.
Basically, I no longer work for anything but the sensation I have
while working.
In every rank, or great or small,
'Tis industry supports us all.
In every rank, or great or small,
'Tis industry supports us all.
When if or chance or hunger's powerful sway
Directs the roving trout this fatal way,
He greedily read more
When if or chance or hunger's powerful sway
Directs the roving trout this fatal way,
He greedily sucks in the twining bait,
And tugs and nibbles the fallacious meat.
Now, happy fisherman; now twitch the line!
How thy rod bends! behold, the prize is thine!
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.
Cowards are cruel, but the brave
Love mercy, and delight to save.
Cowards are cruel, but the brave
Love mercy, and delight to save.
What happiness the rural maid attends,
In cheerful labour while each day she spends!
She gratefully receives read more
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.
