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Learning by study must be won 'Twas ne'er entail'd from son to son.

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John Gay
Age: 47 †
Born: 1685
Born: June 30
Died: 1732
Died: December 4
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No retreat. No retreat. They must conquer or die who've no retreat.
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The charge is prepared the lawyers are met The judges all ranged (a terrible show!) I go, undismay'd. For death is a debt, A debt on demand. So take what I owe.
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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.
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Nor love, not honor, wealth nor power, can give the heart a cheerful hour when health is lost. Be timely wise With health all taste of pleasure flies.
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The fly that sips treacle is lost in the sweets.
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Fair is the kingcup that in meadow blows, Fair is the daisy that beside her grows.
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O Polly, you might have toyed and kissed, by keeping men off, you keep them on.
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She who has never lov'd, has never liv'd.
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