[Gulliver was soon being read] "from the cabinet council to the nursery".
In every age and clime we see Two of a trade can never agree.
To frame the little animal, provide All the gay hues that wait on female pride: Let Nature guide thee; sometimes golden wire The shining bellies of the fly require; The peacock's plumes thy tackle must not fail, Nor the dear purchase of the sable's tail.
Here Shock, the pride of all his kind, is laid, Who fawned like man, but ne'er like man betrayed.
Who friendship with a knave hath made, Is judged a partner in the trade.
O Polly, you might have toyed and kissed, by keeping men off, you keep them on.
Fill ev'ry glass, for wine inspires us, And fires us With courage, love and joy. Women and wine should life employ. Is there ought else on earth desirous?
My lodging is on the cold ground, And hard, very hard, is my fare, But that which grieves me more Is the coldness of my dear.
No author ever spar'd a brother.
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.
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.
Fill it up. I take as large draughts of liquor as I did of love. I hate a flincher in either.
Breathe soft, ye winds! ye waves, in silence sleep!
Around the steel no tortur'd worm shall twine, No blood of living insect stain my line; Let me, less cruel, cast the feather'd hook, With pliant rod athwart the pebbled brook, Silent along the mazy margin stray, And with the fur-wrought fly delude the prey.
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.
The careful insect 'midst his works I view, Now from the flowers exhaust the fragrant dew, With golden treasures load his little thighs, And steer his distant journey through the skies.
I cannot raise my worth too high; Of what vast consequence am I! "Not of the importance you suppose," Replies a Flea upon his nose; "Be humble, learn thyself to scan; Know, pride was never made for man.
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.
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 never, with important air, In conversation overbear. . . . . My tongue within my lips I rein; For who talks much must talk in vain.
So comes a reck'ning when the banquet's o'er, The dreadful reckn'ning, and men smile no more.
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