Whether on earth, in air, or main, Sure ev’ry thing alive is vain! Does not the hawk all fowls survey… As destin’d only for his prey? And do not tyrants, prouder things…

Act I, Scene viii, Air X—“Thoma… Polly. I like a ship in storms wa… Yet afraid to put into land, For seized in the port the vessel’… Whose treasure is contraband.

Sparabella. The wailings of a maiden I recite… A maiden fair, that Sparabella hi… Such strains ne’er warble in the l… Nor the gay goldfinch chants so sw…

Friendship, as love, is but a name… Save in a concentrated flame; And thus, in friendships, who depe… On more than one, find not one fri… A hare who, in a civil way,

Act II, Scene iv, Air IV—Cotil… Youth’s the season made for joys, Love is then our duty: She alone who that employs, Well deserves her beauty.

When I some antique Jar behold, Or white, or blue, or speck’d with… Vessels so pure, and so refin’d Appear the types of woman-kind: Are they not valu’d for their beau…

Thus Mommus spoke. When sage Min… From her sweet lips smooth elocuti… Her skilful hand an ivory pallet g… Where shining colours were in orde… As gods are bless’d with a superio…

A fox may steal your hens, sir, A whore your health and pence, sir… Your daughter rob your chest, sir, Your wife may steal your rest, sir… A thief your goods and plate.

Of the Implements for Walking the… and Signs of the Weather. Through winter streets to steer yo… How to walk clean by day, and safe… How jostling crowds, with prudence…

Olympus’ gates unfold: in heaven’s… Appear in council all the immortal… Great Jove above the rest exalted… And in his mind revolv’d succeedin… His awful eye with ray superior sh…

Man may escape from rope and gun; Nay, some have out-liv’d the docto… Who takes a woman must be undone, That basilisk is sure to kill. The fly that sips treacle is lost…

Bumkinet, Grubbinol Bumkinet. Why, Grubbinol, dost thou so wist… There’s sorrow in thy look, if rig… ’Tis true, yon oaks with yellow to…

Act III, Scene xiii, Air XXV… Since laws were made, for every de… To curb vice in others, as well as… I wonder we han’t better company Upon Tyburn tree.

Bowzybeus. Sublimer strains, O rustic muse,… Forget awhile the barn and dary’s… Thy homely voice to loftier number… The drunkard’s flights require son…

1 Shock’s fate I mourn; poor… 2 Ye Muses mourn, ye chamber-… 3 Unhappy Shock! yet more unh… 4 Doom’d to survive thy joy an… 5 Thy wretched fingers now no…