Here Shock, the pride of all his kind, is laid, Who fawned like man, but ne'er like man betrayed.
The 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.
Fair is the kingcup that in meadow blows, Fair is the daisy that beside her grows.
Who talks much, must talk in vain.
Beasts kill for hunger, men for pay.
No author ever spar'd a brother.