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Sure men were born to lie, and women to believe them!
John Gay
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So comes a reckoning when the banquet's o'er,- The dreadful reckoning, and men smile no more.
John Gay
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Before the Barn-Door crowing, The Cock by Hens attended, His Eyes around him throwing, Stands for a while suspended: Then One he singles from the Crew, And cheers the happy Hen; With how do you do, and how do you do, And how do you do again.
John Gay
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But his kiss was so sweet, and so closely he pressed, that I languished and pined till I granted the rest.
John Gay
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You know, my Dear, I never meddle in matters of Death; I always leave those Affairs to you. Women indeed are bitter bad Judges in these cases, for they are so partial to the Brave that they think every Man handsome who is going to the Camp or the Gallows.
John Gay
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What then in love can woman do? If we grow fond they shun us. And when we fly them, they pursue: But leave us when they've won us.
John Gay
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I must have women - there is nothing unbends the mind like them.
John Gay
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We only part to meet again.
John Gay
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In every age and clime we seeTwo of a trade can never agree.
John Gay
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Life is a jest; and all things show it. I thought so once; and now I know it.
John Gay
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That raven on yon left-hand oak(Curse on his ill-betiding croak!)Bodes me no good.
John Gay
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While there is life there 's hope, he cried.
John Gay
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Love, then, hath every bliss in store; 'Tis friendship, and 'tis something more. Each other every wish they give; Not to know love is not to live.
John Gay
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And when a lady's in the case,You know all other things give place.
John Gay
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Lest men suspect your tale untrue,Keep probability in view.
John Gay
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The charge is prepared; the lawyers are met; The judges all ranged (a terrible show!) I go, undismay'd.—For death is a debt, A debt on demand.—So take what I owe.
John Gay
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Is there no hope? the sick man said;The silent doctor shook his head.
John Gay
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Follow love and it will flee, flee love and it will follow thee.
John Gay
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I don't enquire after your Affairs- -so whatever happens, I wash my hands on't-- It hath always been my Maxim, that one Friend should assist another- -But if you please--I'll take one of the Scarfs home with me. 'Tis always good to have something in Hand.
John Gay
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How happy could I be with either, Were t' other dear charmer away!
John Gay
