Here Shock, the pride of all his kind, is laid, Who fawned like man, but ne'er like man betrayed.
Lest men suspect your tale untrue, Keep probability in view.
Cowards are cruel, but the brave love mercy and delight to save.
When if or chance or hunger's powerful sway Directs the roving trout this fatal way, He greedily sucks in the twining bait, And tugs and nibbles the fallacious meat. Now, happy fisherman; now twitch the line! How thy rod bends! behold, the prize is thine!
In every age and clime we see Two of a trade can never agree.
I must have women - there is nothing unbends the mind like them.