The Poetical Works of John Gay, in Three Volumes: Collated with the Best Edition

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Stanhope Press, 1806
 

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Pagina 4 - The daily labours of the bee Awake my soul to industry : Who can observe the careful ant, And not provide for future want ? My dog (the trustiest of his kind) With gratitude inflames my mind : I mark his true, his faithful way, And in my service copy Tray. In constancy and nuptial love, I learn my duty from the dove. The hen, who from the chilly air, With pious wing, protects her care, And every fowl that flies at large, Instructs me in a parent's charge.
Pagina 118 - Nature expects mankind should share The duties of the public care. Who's born for sloth ? * To some we find The ploughshare's annual toil assign'd : Some at the sounding anvil glow: Some the swift-sliding shuttle throw; Some, studious of the wind and tide, From pole to pole our commerce guide: Some (taught by industry) impart With hands and feet the works of art; * Barrow.
Pagina 84 - Friendship, like love, is but a name, Unless to one you stint the flame. The child, whom many fathers share, Hath seldom known a father's care. Tis thus in friendships; who depend On many, rarely find a friend.
Pagina 65 - Draw near, my birds, the mother cries, This hill delicious fare supplies; Behold the busy Negro race; See, millions blacken all the place! Fear not. Like me, with freedom eat; An Ant is most delightful meat.
Pagina 86 - of tender age, In this important care engage? Older and abler passed you by ; How strong are those, how weak am I ! Should I presume to bear you hence, Those friends of mine may take offence. Excuse me, then. You know my heart. But dearest friends, alas ! must part ! How shall we all lament : Adieu ! For see, the hounds are just in view.
Pagina 85 - Poor honest Puss, It grieves my heart to see thee thus ; Be comforted ; relief is near, For all your friends are in the rear.
Pagina 64 - I'll read my Fable." Betwixt her swagging panniers' load A Farmer's Wife to market rode, And, jogging on, with thoughtful care, Summ'd up the profits of her ware ; When, starting from her silver dream, Thus far and wide was heard her scream. " That Raven on yon left-hand oak (Curse on his ill-betiding croak !) Bodes me no good.
Pagina 15 - THE wind was high, the window shakes, With sudden start the Miser wakes ; Along the silent room he stalks, Looks back, and trembles as he walks. Each lock...
Pagina 12 - The woman's blind, (the mother cries), I see wit sparkle in his eyes." " Lord ! Madam, what a squinting leer! No doubt the fairy hath been here.
Pagina 23 - From courtiers' tricks, and lawyers' arts, The fox might well improve his parts. The lion, wolf, and tiger's brood, He curses, for their thirst of blood : But is not man to man a prey ? Beasts kill for hunger, men for pay.

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