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To cheat a man is nothing; but the woman must have fine parts, indeed, who cheats a woman.
To lordlings proud I tune my lay,
Who feast in bower or hall;
Though dukes they be, to dukes I say,
That pride will have a fall.
True constancy no time no power can move;
He that loath known to change, ne'er knew to love.
Two of a trade can ne'er agree.
We frequently misplace esteem,
By judging men by what they seem,
To birth, wealth, power, we should allow
Precedence, and our lowest bow.
We know that wealth well understood,
Hath frequent power of doing good;
Then fancy that the thing is done,
As if the power and will were one;
Thus oft the cheated crowd adore
The thriving knaves that keep them poor.
What frenzy dictates, jealousy believes.
What woman can resist the force of praise?
When yet was ever found a mother
Who'd give her booby for another?
Where true fortitude dwells, loyalty, bounty, friendship and fidelity may be found.
Who dainties love shall beggars prove.
Who live on fancy, and can feed on air.
Who talks much, must talk in vain.
Why are those tears? why droops your head
Is then your other husband dead?
Or does a worse disgrace betide?
Hath no one since his death applied?
Why lose we life in anxious cares,
To lay in hoards for future years?
Can these, when tortur'd by disease,
Cheer our sick hearts, or purchase ease?
Can these prolong one gasp of breath,
Or calm the troubled hour of death?
Long open panegyric drags at best,
And praise is only praise when well address'd.
- ep. I, l. 29 [Praise]
To shoot at crows is powder flung away.
- ep. IV, last line [Crows]
Brother, brother; we are both in the wrong.
- Beggar's Opera (act II, sc. 2)
[Error : Wrong]
One wife is too much for most husbands to bear,
But two at a time there's no mortal can bear.
- Beggar's Opera (act II, sc. 2) [Wives]
We only part to meet again.
- Black-eyed Susan (st. 4) [Parting]
The husband's sullen, dogged, shy,
The wife grows flippant in reply;
He loves command and due restriction,
And she as well likes contradiction.
She never slavishly submits;
She'll have her way, or have her fits.
He his way tugs, she t'other draws;
The man grows jealous and with cause.
- Cupid, Hymen, and Plutus [Matrimony]
The rising blushes, which her cheek o'er-spread,
Are opening roses in the lily's bed.
- Dione (act II, sc. 3) [Blushes]
Yet why should learning hope success at court?
Why should our patriots' virtues cause support?
Why to true merit should they have regard?
They know that virtue is its own reward.
- Epistle to Methuen (l. 39) [Virtue]
Variety's the source of joy below,
From whence still fresh-revolving pleasures flow,
In books and love the mind one end pursues,
And only change the expiring flames renews.
- Epistles--To Bernard Lintot, on a Miscellany of Poems
Love mercy, and delight to save.
- Fable--The Lion, Tiger and Traveller
(l. 33) [Bravery]
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