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A lady of genius will give a genteel air to her whole dress by a well-fancied suit of knots, as a judicious writer gives a spirit to a whole sentence by a single exprossion.
A moment of time may make us unhappy forever.
All those must such delights expect to share,
Who for their friend think fit to take a bear.
Because its blessings are abused, must gold be censured, cursed, accused?
Because my blessings are abus'd,
Must I be censur'd, curs'd, accus'd?
Even virtue's self by knaves is made
A cloak to carry on the trade.
By her we first were taught the wheedling art.
Consider man, weigh well thy frame; the king, the beggar, are the same; dust formed us all.
Could fools to keep their own contrive,
On what, on whom could gamesters thrive?
Cynthia, fair regent of the night, oh, may thy silver lamp from heaven's high bower direct my footsteps in the midnight hour.
Dogmatic jargon learnt by heart,
Trite sentences hard terms of art,
To vulgar ears seemed so profound,
They fancied learning in the sound.
Envy is a kind of praise.
Fools, to talking ever prose
Are sure to make their follies known.
He best can pity who has felt the woe.
He first that useful secret did explain,
That pricking corns foretold the gathering rain.
He, who would free from malice pass his days,
Must live obscure, and never merit praise.
I know you lawyers can, with ease, twist words and meanings as you please.
In books and love the mind one end pursues, and only change the expiring flame renews.
In love we are all fools alike.
Just education forms the man.
Lashed into Latin by the tingling rod.
Merit was ever modest known.
My lodging it is on the cold ground, and very hard is my fare,
But that which troubles me most, is the unkindness of my dear.
- attributed to,
as it appeared in William Davenant's "Rivals", an alteration of Beaumont and Fletcher's "Two Noble Kinsmen", attribution to Gay by Boosey, the publishers
No gale disturb the trees, nor aspen leaves confess the gentle breeze.
Oh, bane of man! seducing cheat!
Can man, weak man, thy power defeat?
Gold banish'd honor from the mind,
And only left the name behind;
Gold sow'd the world with ev'ry ill,
Gold taught the murderer's sword to kill;
'Twas gold instructed coward hearts
In treachery's more pernicious arts.
Out of mind, when out of view.
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