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

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John Gay
Age: 47 †
Born: 1685
Born: June 30
Died: 1732
Died: December 4
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Barnstaple
Devon
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Sure men were born to lie, and women to believe them!
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To shoot at crows is powder flung away.
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Fair is the marigold, for pottage meet.
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To friendship every burden's light.
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I must have women - there is nothing unbends the mind like them.
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Fools may our scorn, not envy, raise. For envy is a kind of praise.
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Praising all alike, is praising none.
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Some folks of cider make a rout And cider's well enough no doubt When better liquors fail But wine, that's richer, better still, Ev'n wine itself (deny't who will) Must yield to nappy ale
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Shall ignorance of good and ill Dare to direct the eternal will? Seek virtue, and of that possest, To Providence resign the rest.
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