Man is a carnivorous production, And must have meals, at least one meal a day; He cannot live, like woodcocks, upon suction, But, like the shark and tiger, must have prey; Although his anatomical construction Bears vegetables, in a grumbling way, Your laboring people think beyond all question, Beef, veal, and mutton better for digestion.

Society is now one polished horde, formed of two mighty tries, the Bores and Bored.

With thee all tales are sweet; each clime has charms; earth - sea alike - our world within our arms.

The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the stars Did wander darkling in the eternal space.

Man is in part divine, A troubled stream from a pure source.

All human history attests That happiness for man, - the hungry sinner! - Since Eve ate apples, much depends on dinner. ~Lord Byron, Don Juan, Canto XIII, stanza 99

Self-love for ever creeps out, like a snake, to sting anything which happens to stumble upon it.