John Gay ( 9 of 59 )
The fly that sips treacle is lost in the sweets.
The fly that sips treacle is lost in the sweets.
Who hath not heard the rich complain
Of surfeits, and corporeal pain?
He barr'd from every use read more
Who hath not heard the rich complain
Of surfeits, and corporeal pain?
He barr'd from every use of wealth,
Envies the ploughman's strength and health.
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.
Lash'd into Latin by the tingling rod.
Lash'd into Latin by the tingling rod.
For he as studious--of his ease.
For he as studious--of his ease.
The rising blushes, which her cheek o'er-spread,
Are opening roses in the lily's bed.
The rising blushes, which her cheek o'er-spread,
Are opening roses in the lily's bed.
Let firm, well hammer'd soles protect thy feet
Through freezing snows, and rains, and soaking sleet;
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Let firm, well hammer'd soles protect thy feet
Through freezing snows, and rains, and soaking sleet;
Should the big last extend the shoe too wide,
Each stone will wrench the unwary step aside;
The sudden turn may stretch the swelling vein,
The cracking joint unhinge, or ankle sprain;
And when too short the modish shoes are worn,
You'll judge the seasons by your shooting corn.
Variety's the source of joy below,
From whence still fresh-revolving pleasures flow,
In books and love the read more
Variety's the source of joy below,
From whence still fresh-revolving pleasures flow,
In books and love the mind one end pursues,
And only change the expiring flames renews.
I hate the man who builds his name
On ruins of another's fame.
I hate the man who builds his name
On ruins of another's fame.
