Of beasts on blood and slaughter only lives: 140
The tyger, form’d alike to cruel meals,
Would at the manger starve: Of milder seeds,
The generous horse to herbage and to grain
Confines his wish; tho’ fabling Greece resound
The Thracian steeds with human carnage wild. 145
Prompted by instinct’s never-erring power,
Each creature knows its proper aliment;
But man, th’ inhabitant of every clime,
With all the commoners of nature feeds.