You know all other things give place.
Those who in quarrels interpose,
Must often wipe a bloody nose.
Can Love be controll’d by advice?
While there’s Life there’s Hope.
If the heart of a man is depressed with cares,
The mist is dispelled when a woman appears.
The epitaph which Gay wrote for himself is a fit conclusion:—
Life is a jest, and all things show it;
I thought so once, but now—I know it.