The dog, to gain his private ends, Went mad, and bit the man.
Oliver Goldsmith (1728 - 1774)
Source: Elegy on the Death of a Mad Dog
Contributed by: Zaady
The man recovered of the bite, The dog it was that died.
Man seems the only growth that dwindles here.
Source: The Traveller
And in that town a dog was found, As many dogs there be, Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound, And curs of low degree.
Good people all, with one accord, Lament for Madam Blaize, Who never wanted a good word From those who spoke her praise.
Source: Elegy on Mrs. Mary Blaize
Laws grind the poor, and rich men rule the law.
Such is the patriot's boast, where'er we roam,- His first, best country ever is at home.
Hope, like the gleaming taper's light, Adorns and cheers our way; And still, as darker grows the night, Emits a brighter ray.
Source: The Captivity
To the last moment of his breath, On hope the wretch relies; And even the pang preceding death Bids expectation rise.
Like the bee, we should make our industry our amusement.
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