| Quotes |
Topic |
| Appearance | By outward show let's not be cheated; An ass should like an ass be treated. |
| Argument | Reproachful speech from either side The want of argument supplied; They rail, reviled; as often ends The contests of disputing friends. |
| Bees | The careful insect 'midst his works I view, Now from the flowers exhaust the fragrant dew, With golden treasures load his little thighs, And steer his distant journey through the skies. |
| Blushes | The rising blushes, which her cheek o'er-spread, Are opening roses in the lily's bed. |
| Bravery | The brave Love mercy, and delight to save. |
| Business | In every age and clime we see, Two of a trade can ne'er agree. |
| Buttercups | Fair is the kingcup that in meadow blows, Fair is the daisy that beside her grows. |
| Content | What happiness the rural maid attends, In cheerful labour while each day she spends! She gratefully receives what Heav'n has sent, And, rich in poverty, enjoys content. |
| Conversation | I never, with important air, In conversation overbear. . . . . My tongue within my lips I rein; For who talks much must talk in vain. |
| Conversation | With thee conversing I forget the way. |
| Corruption | When rogues like these To honours and employments rise, I court no favor, ask no place, For such preferment is disgrace. |
| Cowards | Cowards are cruel, but the brave Love mercy, and delight to save. |
| Dependence | There is no dependence that can be sure but a dependence upon one's self. |
| Eating | What will not luxury taste? Earth, sea, and air, Are daily ransack'd for the bill of fare. Blood stuffed in skins is British Christians' food, And France robs marshes of the croaking brood. |
| Education | Impartially their talents scan, Just education forms the man. - John Gay, |
| Envy | Envy's a sharper spur than pay: No author ever spar'd a brother; Wits are gamecocks to one another. |
| Envy | Fools may our scorn, not envy, raise. For envy is a kind of praise. |
| Errors | Brother, brother; we are both in the wrong. |
| Fleas | "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." |
| Flies | The fly that sips treacle is lost in the sweets. |
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