Fair is the kingcup that in meadow blows, Fair is the daisy that beside her grows.
How happy could I be with either, Were t'other dear charmer away!
Envy's a sharper spur than pay.
[Gulliver was soon being read] "from the cabinet council to the nursery".
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!
Lions, wolves, and vultures don't live together in herds, droves or flocks. Of all animals of prey, man is the only sociable one. Every one of us preys upon his neighbor, and yet we herd together.