Poem by John Gay

Air. If Lawer’s Hand Is Fee’d

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.

But this is all but picking,
With rest, pence, chest and chicken;
It ever was decreed, sir,
If lawyer’s hand is fee’d, sir,
He steals your whole estate.

1. To a Lady
2. He That Tastes Woman
3. The Quidnunckis
4. To a Young Lady, with Some Lampreys
5. If the Heart of a Man

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