If with me you'd fondly stray Over the hills and far away.
Of all mechanics, of all servile handycrafts-men, a gamester is the vilest. But yet, as many of the quality are of the profession, he is admitted amongst the politest company.
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.
Look round, the wrecks of play behold; Estates dismember'd, mortgaged, sold! Their owners now to jails confin'd, Show equal poverty of mind.
To cheat a man isnothing; but the womanmust have fine parts indeed who cheats a woman!
Exercise thy lasting youth defends.
How, like a moth, the simple maid Still plays around the flame!
I must have women - there is nothing unbends the mind like them.
When we risk no contradiction, It prompts the tongue to deal in fiction.
Fools may our scorn, not envy, raise. For envy is a kind of praise.
Whence is thy learning? Hath thy toil O'er books consumed the midnight oil?
Can love be controll'd by advice?
Can you support the expense of a husband, hussy, in gaming, drinking and whoring? Have you money enough to carry on the daily quarrels of man and wife about who shall squander most?
Fill it up. I take as large draughts of liquor as I did of love. I hate a flincher in either.
Whoever heard a man of fortune in England talk of the necessaries of life? . . . Whether we can afford it or no, we must have superfluities.
To shoot at crows is powder flung away.
Twas when the seas were roaring With hollow blasts of wind, A damsel lay deploring, All on a rock reclined.
How happy could I be with either, Were t'other dear charmer away!
A rich rogue nowadays is fit company for any gentleman; and the world, my dear, hath not such a contempt for roguery as you imagine.
Here Shock, the pride of all his kind, is laid, Who fawned like man, but ne'er like man betrayed.
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.
[Gulliver was soon being read] "from the cabinet council to the nursery".
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