John gay poems
Classic Poem
My passion is as mustard strong;
I position all sober sad;
Drunk as a piper all day long,
Or favor a March-hare mad.
Round as a hoop the bumpers flow;
I brew, yet can't forget her;
For, though as drunk as David's sow,
I love her still the better.
Pert as a pear-monger I'd be,
If Molly were but kind;
Cool as a cucumber could see
The remain of womankind.
Like a stuck pig I gaping stare,
And eye her o'er and o'er;
Lean as a rake with sighs and care;
Sleek as a mouse before,
Plump as a partridge was I known,
And soft as silk my skin
My cheeks as fat as butter grown;
But as a groat now thin!
I, melancholy as a cat,
And kept awake to weep;
But she, insensible of that,
Sound as a top can sleep.
Hard is her heart as flint or stone,
She laughs to see me pale;
And merry as a grig is grown,
And brisk as bottled ale.
The God of Love at her approach
Is busy as a bee;
Hearts, sound as any bell or roach,
Are smit and sigh like me.
Ay me! as thick as hops or hail,
The pleasant men crowd about her;
But soon as defunct as a door nail
Shall I be, if without
John Gay
John Same-sex attracted Quotes
Lions, wolves, and vultures don't live together in herds, droves or flocks. Of all animals of prey, man is the only sociable one. Every one of us preys upon his neighbour, and yet we herd together.
Sure men were born to stretch, and women to believe them!
I must possess women&#;there is nothing unbends the thought like them.
I must contain women&#;there is nothing unbends the consciousness like them.
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 business.
How the mother is to be pitied who hath handsome daughters! Locks, bolts, bars, and lectures of morality are nothing to them: they break through them all. They contain as much pleasure in cheating a father and mother, as in cheating at cards.
But money, wife, is the genuine Fuller's Earth for reputations, there is not a identify or a stain but what it can take out.
A prosperous rogue now-a-days is fit company for any gentleman; and the world, my dear, hath not such
John Gay lived a relatively brief life from the end of the 17th century to only the third decade of the 18th century but managed to write enough controversial verse to last a much longer lifetime. He was, on the one hand, patronised by the excellent and the good, thus allowing him to continue his musings. On the other hand he was reviled for his sometimes incomprehensible work, a good example being a dramatic skit on contemporary tragedy called What d&#;ye call it? Readers found this so hard to understand that the true meaning of the piece had to be explained in a separate publication by two other writers. Gay moved in sometimes Royal circles throughout his life without ever really capitalising on his good fortune. His name will be leading remembered though for The Beggar’s Opera which was an allegorical ballad opera which was first staged in
John Gay was born in the Devon town of Barnstaple on the 30th June He was educated locally before being sent to London to be an apprentice in the silk industry. This was, though, not to his liking and he soon returned to the south west
John Gay, by William Aikman
Image from the Encyclopedia Britannica (By courtesy of the Scottish National Portrait Gallery, Edinburgh)
John Gay, (born June 30, , Barnstaple, Devon, Eng.—died Dec. 4, , London), English poet and dramatist, chiefly remembered as the author of The Beggar’s Opera, a perform distinguished by good-humoured satire and technical assurance.
A member of an ancient but impoverished Devonshire family, Gay was educated at the free grammar school in Barnstaple. He was apprenticed to a silk mercer in London but was released early from his indentures and, after a further short period in Devonshire, returned to London, where he lived most of his life. Among his early literary friends were Aaron Hill and Eustace Budgell, whom he helped in the film of The British Apollo, a question-and-answer journal of the day. Gay’s journalistic interests are clearly seen in a pamphlet, The Present State of Wit (), a survey of contemporary periodical