There webs were spread of more than common size,
And half-starved spiders prey'd on half-starved flies.
The Prophecy of Famine. Line 327.
With curious art the brain, too finely wrought,
Preys on herself, and is destroyed by thought.
Epistle to William Hogarth. Line 645.
Men the most infamous are fond of fame,
And those who fear not guilt yet start at shame.
The Author. Line 233.
Be England what she will,