John Gay

Act II, Scene iv, Air IV—Cotillion Youth’s the season made for joys,
Love is then our duty:

Act I, Scene viii, Air X—“Thomas, I Cannot,” Polly. I like a ship in storms was tossed,
Yet afraid to put into land,

Act I, Scene xiii, Air XVI—“Over the Hills, and Far Away”
Mac. Were I laid on Greenland’s coast,
And in my arms embraced my lass,

Act III, Scene xiii, Air XXVII—“Green Sleeves” Since laws were made, for every degree,
To curb vice in others, as well as me,

With lovers, ’twas of old the fashion
By presents to convey their passion;
No matter what the gift they sent,
The Lady saw that love was meant.
Fair Atalanta, as a favour,
Took the boar’s head her Hero gave her;
Nor could the bristly thing affront her,
’Twas a fit present from a hunter.