222 Quotes by John Gay

Woman's mind Oft' shifts her passions, like th'inconstant wind; Sudden she rages, like the troubled main, Now sinks the storm, and all is calm again.

If with me you'd fondly stray Over the hills and far away.

She who has never lov'd, has never liv'd.

Praising all alike, is praising none.

Here Shock, the pride of all his kind, is laid, Who fawned like man, but ne'er like man betrayed.

How happy could I be with either, Were t'other dear charmer away!

Do you think your mother and I should have lived comfortably so long together, if ever we had been married? Baggage!

What frenzy dictates, jealousy believes

Whence is thy learning? Hath thy toil O'er books consumed the midnight oil?