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Music might tame and civilize wild beasts, but 'tis evident it never yet could tame and civilize musicians.

John Gay

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John Gay
Age: 47 †
Born: 1685
Born: June 30
Died: 1732
Died: December 4
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Devon
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Learning by study must be won 'Twas ne'er entail'd from son to son.
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No retreat. No retreat. They must conquer or die who've no retreat.
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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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Praising all alike, is praising none.
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Beasts kill for hunger, men for pay.
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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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Fools may our scorn, not envy, raise. For envy is a kind of praise.
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