Pleased to the last, he crops the flowery food, And licks the hand just raised to shed his blood. — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
And gold has no name, it licks the hand of anyone who has it: good dog! — Christina Stead Copy Share Image
The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed today, Had he thy reason, would he skip and play? Pleas'd to the last he… — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
