Quotes
Quotes - Gay
Nor love, not honour, wealth nor pow'r, Can give the heart a cheerful hour When health is lost. Be timely wise; With health all taste of pleasure flies.
Give me, kind Heaven, a private station, A mind serene for contemplation: Title and profit I resign; The post of honor shall be mine.
Life is a jest; and all things show it. I thought so once; but now I know it.
A justice with grave justices shall sit; He praise their wisdom, they admire his wit.
In other men we faults may spy, And blame the mote that dims their eye; Each little speck and blemish find, To our own stronger errors blind.
So comes a reck'ning when the banquet's o'er, The dreadful reckn'ning, and men smile no more.
Learning by study must be won; 'Twas ne'er entail'd from son to son.
Lash'd into Latin by the tingling rod.
"Is there no hope?" the sick man said, The silent doctor shook his head, And took his leave with signs of sorrow, Despairing of his fee to-morrow.
Life is a jest; and all things show it. I thought so once; but now I know it.
Now Cynthia, named fair regent of the night.
Over the hills and far away.
All in the Downs are fleet was moor'd.
We only part to meet again.
Excuse me, then! you know my heart; But dearest friends, alas! must part.
To frame the little animal, provide All the gay hues that wait on female pride: Let Nature guide thee; sometimes golden wire The shining belles of the fly require; The peacock's plumes thy tackle must not fail, Nor the dear purchase of the sable's tail.
Those who in quarrels interpose, Must often wipe a bloody nose.
That Raven on yon left-hand oak (Curse on his ill-betiding croak) Bodes me no good.
A lost good name is ne'er retriev'd.
So comes a reck'ning when the banquet's o'er, The dreadful reckn'ning, and men smile no more.
Thus shadow owes its birth to light.
Let firm, well hammer'd soles protect thy feet Through freezing snows, and rains, and soaking sleet; Should the big last extend the shoe too wide, Each stone will wrench the unwary step aside; The sudden turn may stretch the swelling vein, The cracking joint unhinge, or ankle sprain; And when too short the modish shoes are worn, You'll judge the seasons by your shooting corn.
I hate the man who builds his name On ruins of another's fame.
I hate the man who builds his name on the ruins of another's fame.
Studious of elegance and ease.
