John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
John Gay 1685-1732 John Bartlett
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’T was when the sea was roaring With hollow blasts of wind, A damsel lay deploring, All on a rock reclin’d. | |
The What d’ ye call it. Act ii. Sc. 8. | |
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So comes a reckoning when the banquet ’s o’er,— The dreadful reckoning, and men smile no more. 1 | |
The What d’ ye call it. Act ii. Sc. 9. | |
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’T is woman that seduces all mankind; By her we first were taught the wheedling arts. | |
The Beggar’s Opera. Act i. Sc. 1. | |
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Over the hills and far away. 2 | |
The Beggar’s Opera. Act i. Sc. 1. | |
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If the heart of a man is depress’d with cares, The mist is dispell’d when a woman appears. | |
The Beggar’s Opera. Act ii. Sc. 1. | |
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The fly that sips treacle is lost in the sweets. | |
The Beggar’s Opera. Act ii. Sc. 2. | |
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Brother, brother! we are both in the wrong. | |
The Beggar’s Opera. Act ii. Sc. 2. | |
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How happy could I be with either, Were t’ other dear charmer away! | |
The Beggar’s Opera. Act ii. Sc. 2. | |
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The charge is prepar’d, the lawyers are met, The judges all ranged,—a terrible show! | |
The Beggar’s Opera. Act iii. Sc. 2. | |
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All in the Downs the fleet was moor’d. | |
Sweet William’s Farewell to Black-eyed Susan. | |
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Adieu, she cried, and waved her lily hand. | |
Sweet William’s Farewell to Black-eyed Susan. | |
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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. | |
Fables. Part i. The Shepherd and the Philosopher. | |
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Whence is thy learning? Hath thy toil O’er books consum’d the midnight oil? 3 | |
Fables. Part i. The Shepherd and the Philosopher. | |
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Where yet was ever found a mother Who ’d give her booby for another? | |
Fables. Part i. The Mother, the Nurse, and the Fairy. | |
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No author ever spar’d a brother. | |
Fables. Part i. The Elephant and the Bookseller. | |
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Lest men suspect your tale untrue, Keep probability in view. | |
Fables. Part i. The Painter who pleased Nobody and Everybody. | |
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In ev’ry age and clime we see Two of a trade can never agree. 4 | |
Fables. Part i. The Rat-catcher and Cats. | |
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Is there no hope? the sick man said; The silent doctor shook his head. | |
Fables. Part i. The Sick Man and the Angel. | |
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While there is life there ’s hope, he cried. 5 | |
Fables. Part i. The Sick Man and the Angel. | |
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Those who in quarrels interpose Must often wipe a bloody nose. | |
Fables. Part i. The Mastiffs. | |
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That raven on yon left-hand oak (Curse on his ill-betiding croak!) Bodes me no good. 6 | |
Fables. Part i. The Farmer’s Wife and the Raven. | |
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And when a lady ’s in the case, You know all other things give place. | |
Fables. Part i. The Hare and many Friends. | |
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Give me, kind Heaven, a private station, A mind serene for contemplation: Title and profit I resign; The post of honour shall be mine. 7 | |
Fables. Part ii. The Vulture, the Sparrow, and other Birds. | |
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From wine what sudden friendship springs! | |
The Squire and his Cur. | |
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Life is a jest, and all things show it; I thought so once, but now I know it. | |
My own Epitaph. |
Note 1. The time of paying a shot in a tavern among good fellows, or Pantagruelists, is still called in France a “quart d’heure de Rabelais,”—that is, Rabelais’s quarter of an hour, when a man is uneasy or melancholy.—Life of Rabelais (Bohn’s edition), p. 13. [back] |
Note 2. O’er the hills and far away.—D’Urfey: Pills to purge Melancholy (1628–1723). [back] |
Note 3. ”Midnight oil,”—a common phrase, used by Quarles, Shenstone, Cowper, Lloyd, and others. [back] |
Note 4. Potter is jealous of potter, and craftsman of craftsman; and poor man has a grudge against poor man, and poet against poet.—Hesiod: Works and Days, 24. Le potier au potier porte envie (The potter envies the potter).—Bohn: Handbook of Proverbs. Arthur Murphy: The Apprentice, act iii. [back] |
Note 5. [greek] (For the living there is hope, but for the dead there is none.)—Theocritus: Idyl iv. 42. Ægroto, dum anima est, spes est (While the sick man has life, there is hope).—Cicero: Epistolarum ad Atticum, ix. 10. [back] |
Note 6. It was n’t for nothing that the raven was just now croaking on my left hand.—Plautus: Aulularia, act iv. sc. 3. [back] |
Note 7. See Addison, Quotation 14. [back] |