I lived from 1685-1732. I was from England, and am in the English category.
John Gay, descended form an old family that had been long in possession of the manor of Goldworthy, in Devonshire, was born in 1688, at or near Barnstaple, where he was educated by Mr. Luck, who taught at the school of that town with good reputation, and, a little before he retired from it, published a volume of Latin and English verses. Under such a master Gay was likely to form a taste for poetry. Being born without prospect of hereditary riches, he was sent to London in his youth, and placed apprentice with a silk-mercer. How long he continued behind the counter, or with what degree of softness and dexterity he received and accomodated the ladies, as he probably took no delight in telling it, is not known. The report is, that he was soon weary of either the restraint or servility of his occupation, and easily persuaded his master to discharge him. The Dutchess of Monmouth, remarkable for inflexible perseverance in her demand to be treated as a princess, in 1712 took Gay into her service as a secretary: by quitting a shop for such service he might gain leisure, but he certainly advanced little in the boast of independence. Of his leisure he made so good use, that he published next year a poem on "Rural Sports," and inscribed it to Mr. Pope, who was then rising fast into reputation. Pope was pleased with the honour; and when he became acquainted with Gay, found such attractions in his manners and conversation, that he seems to have received him into his inmost confidence; and a friendship was formed between them which lasted to their separation by death.
Popular poetry
- Olympus' gates unfold: in heaven's high towers
Appear in council all the immortal powers;194 lines, 1 comment - Friendship, like love, is but a name,
Unless to one you stint the flame.65 lines - Through winter streets to steer your courses aright,
How to walk clean by day, and safe by night,283 lines - Thus far the Muse has trac'd in useful lays
The proper implements for wintry ways;588 lines - Remote from cities liv'd a swain,
Unvex'd with all the cares of gain;80 lines - You, who the sweets of rural life have known,
Despise the ungrateful hurry of the town;270 lines - I sing that graceful toy, whose waving play,
With gentle gales relieves the sultry day.242 lines - Shock's fate I mourn; poor Shock is now no more,
Ye Muses mourn, ye chamber-maids deplore.32 lines
