To frame the little animal, provide All the gay hues that wait on female pride: Let Nature guide thee; sometimes golden wire The shining bellies of the fly require; The peacock's plumes thy tackle must not fail, Nor the dear purchase of the sable's tail.
John GayHere Shock, the pride of all his kind, is laid, Who fawned like man, but ne'er like man betrayed.
John GayTwas when the seas were roaring With hollow blasts of wind, A damsel lay deploring, All on a rock reclined.
John Gay