John Gay

So comes a reck'ning when the banquet's o'er,
The dreadful reckn'ning, and men smile no more.

So comes a reck'ning when the banquet's o'er,
The dreadful reckn'ning, and men smile no more.

The brave
Love mercy, and delight to save.

The brave
Love mercy, and delight to save.

Fair is the kingcup that in meadow blows,
Fair is the daisy that beside her grows.

Fair is the kingcup that in meadow blows,
Fair is the daisy that beside her grows.

Why is the hearse with scutcheons blazon'd round,
And with the nodding plume of ostrich crown'd?
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Why is the hearse with scutcheons blazon'd round,
And with the nodding plume of ostrich crown'd?
No; the dead know it not, nor profit gain;
It only serves to prove the living vain.

Fools may our scorn, not envy, raise.
For envy is a kind of praise.

Fools may our scorn, not envy, raise.
For envy is a kind of praise.