John Gay

John Gay (30 June 1685 – 4 December 1732) was an English poet and dramatist. He is best remembered for The Beggar's Opera (1728), set to music by Johann Christoph Pepusch. The characters, including Captain Macheath and Polly Peachum, became household names.

Quotes
With hollow blasts of wind, A damsel lay deploring, All on a rock reclined.
 * 'Twas when the seas were roaring
 * The What D'ye Call It (1715), Act II, sc. viii

The dreadful reckoning, and men smile no more.
 * So comes a reckoning when the banquet's o'er,—
 * The What d' ye call it (1715). Comparable to: "The time of paying a shot in a tavern among good fellows, or Pantagruelists, is still called in France a 'quart d'heure de Rabelais,'—that is, Rabelais's quarter of an hour, when a man is uneasy or melancholy", Life of Rabelais (Bohn's edition), p. 13

And hard, very hard, is my fare, But that which grieves me more Is the coldness of my dear.
 * My lodging is on the cold ground,
 * My Lodging Is on the Cold Ground (1720), st. 1


 * No retreat. No retreat. They must conquer or die who’ve no retreat.
 * "We’ve Cheated the Parson" (song), Polly: an Opera (1729), Air 46, Act II, sc. x


 * Life is a jest; and all things show it. I thought so once; and now I know it.
 * My Own Epitaph, inscribed on Gay’s monument in Westminster Abbey; also quoted as "I thought so once; but now I know it".


 * All in the Downs the fleet was moor'd.
 * Sweet William's Farewell to Black-eyed Susan, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919)


 * Adieu, she cried, and waved her lily hand.
 * Sweet William's Farewell to Black-eyed Susan, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919)

Fables (1727)
Unvex'd with all the cares of gain; His head was silver'd o'er with age, And long experience made him sage.
 * Remote from cities liv'd a swain,
 * Introduction, "The Shepherd and the Philosopher"

O'er books consumed the midnight oil?
 * Whence thy learning? Hath thy toil
 * Introduction, "The Shepherd and the Philosopher"; "Midnight oil" was a common phrase, used by Quarles, Shenstone, Cowper, Lloyd, and others.

Who'd give her booby for another?
 * Where yet was ever found a mother
 * Fable III, "The Mother, the Nurse, and the Fairy"

It prompts the tongue to deal in fiction.
 * When we risk no contradiction,
 * Fable X, "The Elephant and the Bookseller"


 * No author ever spar'd a brother.
 * Fable X, "The Elephant and the Bookseller"

The smallest speck is seen on snow.
 * In beauty faults conspicuous grow;
 * Fable XI, "The Peacock, Turkey, and Goose"

Ten thousands are devour'd by men. An open foe may prove a curse, but a pretend friend is worse.
 * A Wolf eats sheep but now and then;
 * Fable XVII, "The Shepherd's Dog and the Wolf"

Two of a trade can never agree.
 * In every age and clime we see
 * Fable XXI, "The Rat-catcher and Cats". Comparable to: "Potter is jealous of potter, and craftsman of craftsman; and poor man has a grudge against poor man, and poet against poet", Hesiod, Works and Days, 24; "Le potier au potier porte envie" (translated: "The potter envies the potter"), Bohn, Handbook of Proverbs; also in Arthur Murphy, The Apprentice, act iii

Must often wipe a bloody nose.
 * Those who in quarrels intepose
 * Fable XXXIV, "The Mastiffs"


 * Envy is a kind of praise.
 * Fable XLIV, "The Hound and the Huntsman"

On ruins of another's fame. Thus prudes, by characters o'erthrown, Imagine that they raise their own. Thus Scribblers, covetous of praise, Think slander can transplant the bays.
 * I hate the man who builds his name
 * Fable XLV, "The Poet and the Rose"

You know all other things give place.
 * And when a lady's in the case,
 * Fable L, "The Hare and many Friends"

'Tis friendship, and 'tis something more. Each other every wish they give; Not to know love is not to live.
 * Love, then, hath every bliss in store;
 * Fable LXIII, "Plutus, Cupid, and Time"

Keep probability in view.
 * Lest men suspect your tale untrue,
 * Fable, The Painter who pleased Nobody and Everybody

The silent doctor shook his head.
 * Is there no hope? the sick man said;
 * Fable, The Sick Man and the Angel


 * While there is life there 's hope, he cried.
 * Fable, The Sick Man and the Angel
 * Comparable to: "For the living there is hope, but for the dead there is none", Theocritus (3rd century BC), Idyl iv, 42; "Ægroto, dum anima est, spes est" ("While the sick man has life, there is hope", Cicero (1st century BC), Epistolarum ad Atticum, ix, 10

(Curse on his ill-betiding croak!) Bodes me no good.
 * That raven on yon left-hand oak
 * Fable, The Farmer's Wife and the Raven. Comparable to: "It wasn't for nothing that the raven was just now croaking on my left hand", Plautus, Aulularia, act iv. sc. 3

Fables, Part the Second (1738)

 * From wine what sudden friendship springs!
 * VI, "The Squire and His Cur"

An ass should like an ass be treated.
 * By outward show let's not be cheated;
 * XI, "The Packhorse and Carrier"

A mind serene for contemplation: Title and profit I resign; The post of honour shall be mine.
 * Give me, kind Heaven, a private station,
 * The Vulture, the Sparrow, and other Birds. Comparable to: "When vice prevails, and impious men bear sway, The post of honour is a private station", Joseph Addison, Cato, Act iv, scene 4

The Beggar's Opera (1728)

 * Full text online at University of Oxford Text Archive


 * If Poverty be a Title to Poetry, I am sure nobody can dispute mine. I own myself of the Company of Beggars; and I make one at their Weekly Festivals at St. Giles's. I have a small Yearly Salary for my Catches, and am welcome to a Dinner there whenever I please, which is more than most Poets can say.
 * "Beggar", Introduction


 * As we live by the Muses, it is but a Gratitude in us to encourage Poetical Merit wherever we find it. The Muses, contrary to all other Ladies, pay no Distinction to Dress, and never partially mistake the Pertness of Embroidery for Wit, nor the Modesty of Want for Dulness. Be the Author who he will, we push his Play as far as it will go. So (though you are in Want) I wish you success heartily.
 * "Player", Introduction

Each Neighbour abuses his Brother; Whore and Rogue they call Husband and Wife: All Professions be-rogue one another: The Priest calls the Lawyer a Cheat, The Lawyer be-knaves the Divine: And the Statesman, because he's so great, Thinks his Trade as honest as mine.
 * Through all the Employments of Life
 * Peachum, Act I, air 1

By her we first were taught the wheedling arts.
 * 'T is woman that seduces all mankind;
 * Act I, scene i


 * Over the hills and far away.
 * Act I, scene i; comparable to: "O'er the hills and far away", D'Urfey, Pills to purge Melancholy (1628–1723).


 * You know, my Dear, I never meddle in matters of Death; I always leave those Affairs to you. Women indeed are bitter bad Judges in these cases, for they are so partial to the Brave that they think every Man handsome who is going to the Camp or the Gallows.
 * Mrs. Peachum, Act I, sc. iv


 * How the mother is to be pitied who hath handsome daughters! Locks, bolts, bars, and lectures of morality are nothing to them: they break through them all. They have as much pleasure in cheating a father and mother, as in cheating at cards.
 * Mrs. Peachum, Act I, sc. viii


 * Do you think your Mother and I should have liv'd comfortably so long together, if ever we had been married?
 * Peachum, Act I, sc. viii


 * Can you support the expense of a husband, hussy, in gaming, drinking and whoring? Have you money enough to carry on the daily quarrels of man and wife about who shall squander most? There are not many husbands and wives, who can bear the charges of plaguing one another in a handsome way.
 * Mrs. Peachum, Act I, sc. viii

By keeping men off, you keep them on.
 * O Polly, you might have toyed and kissed,
 * Act I, sc. viii, air 9

And in my Arms embrac’d my Lass; Warm amidst eternal Frost, Too soon the Half Year’s Night would pass.
 * Were I laid on Greenland’s Coast,
 * Act I, sc. xxxiii, air 16

Polly: Every night would kiss and play, Macheath: If with me you’d fondly stray Polly: Over the hills and far away.
 * Macheath: And I would love you all the day,
 * Act I, sc. xxxiii, air 16

And fires us With courage, love and joy. Women and wine should life employ. Is there ought else on earth desirous?
 * Fill ev'ry glass, for wine inspires us,
 * Matt, Act II, sc. i, air 19


 * The fly that sips treacle is lost in the sweets.
 * Act II, scene ii


 * Brother, brother! we are both in the wrong.
 * Act II, scene ii

Were t' other dear charmer away!
 * How happy could I be with either,
 * Act II, scene ii

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.
 * If the heart of a man is depressed with cares,
 * Act II, sc. iii, air 21


 * I must have women—there is nothing unbends the mind like them.
 * Macheath, Act II, sc. iii

Love is then our duty.
 * Youth's the season made for joys,
 * Act II, sc. iv, air 22

The Cock by Hens attended, His Eyes around him throwing, Stands for a while suspended: Then One he singles from the Crew, And cheers the happy Hen; With how do you do, and how do you do, And how do you do again.
 * Before the Barn-Door crowing,
 * Act II, sc. iv, air 23

Nay, some have outlived the doctor's pill: Who takes a woman must be undone, That basilisk is sure to kill. The fly that sips treacle is lost in the sweets, So he that tastes woman, woman, woman, He that tastes woman, ruin meets.
 * Man may escape from rope and gun;
 * Act II, sc. viii, air 26


 * You base man you,&mdash;how can you look me in the face after what hath passed between us?&mdash;See here, perfidious wretch, how I am forc'd to bear about the load of infamy you have laid upon me&mdash; -O Macheath! thou hast robb'd me of my quiet&mdash;to see thee tortur'd would give me pleasure.
 * Lucy, Act II, sc. ix


 * Sure men were born to lie, and women to believe them!
 * Lucy, Act II, sc. xiii

Were t'other dear charmer away!
 * How happy could I be with either,
 * Macheath, Act II, sc. xiii, air 35


 * How happy I am, if you say this from your heart! For I love thee so, that I could sooner bear to see thee hang'd than in the Arms of another.
 * Lucy, Act II, sc. xv

He never will come back!
 * If love be not his Guide,
 * Lucy, Act II, sc. xv, air 40

The judges all ranged,—a terrible show!
 * The charge is prepar'd, the lawyers are met,
 * Act III, scene ii


 * Fill it up. I take as large draughts of liquor as I did of love. I hate a flincher in either.
 * Mrs. Trapes, Act III, sc. vi


 * I don't enquire after your Affairs-- --so whatever happens, I wash my hands on't It hath always been my Maxim, that one Friend should assist another-- --But if you pleaseI'll take one of the Scarfs home with me. 'Tis always good to have something in Hand.
 * Trapes, Act III, sc. vi

The judges all ranged (a terrible show!) I go, undismay'd.&mdash;For death is a debt, A debt on demand.&mdash;So take what I owe.
 * The charge is prepared; the lawyers are met;
 * Macheath, Act III, sc. xi, air 57