So comes a reck'ning when the banquet's o'er, The dreadful reckn'ning, and men smile no more.
John GayThe charge is prepared; the lawyers are met; The judges all ranged (a terrible show!) I go, undismay'd. For death is a debt, A debt on demand. So take what I owe.
John GayI never, with important air, In conversation overbear. . . . . My tongue within my lips I rein; For who talks much must talk in vain.
John Gay