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All in the Downs the fleet was moor'd.
John Gay
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Do you think your Mother and I should have liv'd comfortably so long together, if ever we had been married?
John Gay
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Macheath: And I would love you all the day, Polly: Every night would kiss and play, Macheath: If with me you’d fondly stray Polly: Over the hills and far away.
John Gay
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No author ever spar'd a brother.
John Gay
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There is no dependence that can be sure but a dependence upon one's self.
John Gay
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Tell me and I forget. Show me and I remember. Involve me and I understand.
John Gay
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If the heart of a man is depressed with cares, The mist is dispell'd when a woman appears; Like the notes of a fiddle, she sweetly, sweetly Raises the spirits, and charms our ears.
John Gay
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The fly that sips treacle is lost in the sweets.
John Gay
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Were I laid on Greenland’s Coast, And in my Arms embrac’d my Lass; Warm amidst eternal Frost, Too soon the Half Year’s Night would pass.
John Gay
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Envy is a kind of praise.
John Gay
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Cowards are cruel, but the brave love mercy and delight to save.
John Gay
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The charge is prepar'd, the lawyers are met, The judges all ranged,-a terrible show!
John Gay
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'Twas when the seas were roaring With hollow blasts of wind, A damsel lay deploring, All on a rock reclined.
John Gay
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In beauty faults conspicuous grow;The smallest speck is seen on snow.
John Gay
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Remote from cities liv'd a swain,Unvex'd with all the cares of gain;His head was silver'd o'er with age,And long experience made him sage.
John Gay
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You base man you,—how can you look me in the face after what hath passed between us?—See here, perfidious wretch, how I am forc'd to bear about the load of infamy you have laid upon me— -O Macheath! thou hast robb'd me of my quiet—to see thee tortur'd would give me pleasure.
John Gay
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When we risk no contradiction,It prompts the tongue to deal in fiction.
John Gay
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Whence thy learning? Hath thy toilO'er books consumed the midnight oil?
John Gay
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My lodging is on the cold ground, And hard, very hard, is my fare, But that which grieves me more Is the coldness of my dear.
John Gay
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Over the hills and far away.
John Gay
