Thus, though the pair appear’d in peace to live,
They felt that vice has not that peace to give. 170
There watch’d a cur before the Miser’s gate—
A very cur, whom all men seem’d to hate;
Gaunt, savage, shaggy, with an eye that shone
Like a live coal, and he possess’d but one;
His bark was wild and eager, and became }
That meagre body and that eye of flame; }
His master prized him much, and Fang his name. }
His master fed him largely; but not that,