Here Shock, the pride of all his kind, is laid, Who fawned like man, but ne'er like man betrayed.
John GaySo comes a reck'ning when the banquet's o'er, The dreadful reckn'ning, and men smile no more.
John GayAround the steel no tortur'd worm shall twine, No blood of living insect stain my line; Let me, less cruel, cast the feather'd hook, With pliant rod athwart the pebbled brook, Silent along the mazy margin stray, And with the fur-wrought fly delude the prey.
John Gay