Offend Her, And She Knows

To What Base Ends, And By What Abject Ways, Are Mortals Urg'd Through Sacred Lust Of Praise!

Offend Her, And She Knows Not To Forgive; Oblige Her, And She'll Hate You While You Live.

How Do We Know That We Have A Right To Kill Creatures That We Are So Little Above, As Dogs, For Our Curiosity Or Even For Some Use To Us?

Fool, 'tis In Vain From Wit To Wit To Roam: Know, Sense, Like Charity, Begins At Home.

But Thinks, Admitted To That Equal Sky, His Faithful Dog Shall Bear Him Company.