The wound it seem’d both sore and sad
To every Christian eye;
And while they swore the dog was mad,
They swore the man would die.
But soon a wonder came to light,
That showed the rogues they lied:
The man recover’d of the bite,
The dog it was that died.
Goldsmith, Elegy on the Death of a Mad Dog
(3) Oh, East is East, and West is West, and never the twain shall meet,