222 Quotes by John Gay

And when a lady’s in the case, You know, all other things give place.

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

I hate the man who builds his name; On ruins of another’s fame.

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.

If the heart of a man is depressed with cares, The mist is dispell’d when a woman appears; Like the notes of a fiddle, she sweetly, sweetly Raises the spirits, and charms our ears.

Youth’s the season made for joys, Love is then our duty.

No author ever spar’d a brother.

The comfortable estate of widowhood, is the only hope that keeps up a wife’s spirits.

By outward show let’s not be cheated; An ass should like an ass be treated.