How do we know that we have a right to kill creatures that we are so little above, as dogs, for our curiosity or even for some use to us?
I am his Highness' dog at Kew; Pray tell me, sir, whose dog are you?
All looks yellow to a jaundiced eye.
Never was it given to mortal man - To lie so boldly as we women can.
To rest, the cushion and soft dean invite, who never mentions hell to ears polite.
There are certain times when most people are in a disposition of being informed, and 'tis incredible what a vast good a little truth might do, spoken in such seasons.