Who friendship with a knave hath made, Is judged a partner in the trade.
Twas when the seas were roaring With hollow blasts of wind, A damsel lay deploring, All on a rock reclined.
Fair is the marigold, for pottage meet.
To shoot at crows is powder flung away.
Fair is the kingcup that in meadow blows, Fair is the daisy that beside her grows.
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.