Quote #6
There webs were spread of more than common size, And half-starved spiders prey'd on half-starved flies.
More from Charles Churchill
- Apt alliteration's artful aid.
- With curious art the brain, too finely wrought, Preys on herself, and is destroyed by thought.
- No statesman e'er will find it worth his pains To tax our labours and excise our brains.
- Amongst the sons of men how few are known Who dare be just to merit not their own?
- Who to patch up his fame, or fill his purse, Still pilfers wretched plans, and makes them worse; Like gypsies, lest the stolen brat be know…
- Men the most infamous are fond of fame, And those who fear not guilt yet start at shame.
- But, spite of all the criticising elves, Those who would make us feel-must feel themselves.
- He mouths a sentence as curs mouth a bone.