It fell about the Lammas tide, When the muir-men
win their hay, The doughty Douglas bound
him to ride Into England, to
drive a prey. Ballads 'The Battle of
Otterbourne', opening lines.
Fair laughs the morn and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly
riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the
gilded vessel goes; Youth on the prow,
and Pleasure at the helm; Regardless of the
sweeping whirlwind's sway, That, hushed in
grim repose, expects his evening prey. Thomas Gray The Bard. A Pindaric Ode, l.71^6.
So on this windy sea of land, the Fiend Walked up and down
alone bent on his prey. John Milton Paradise Lost (published1667), bk.3, l.440^1.
Created half to rise, and half to fall; Great lord of all
things, yet a prey to all; Sole judge of
truth, in endless error hurled; The glory, jest,
and riddle of the world! Alexander Pope An Essay on Man, epistle 2, l.15^18.
You think that you are Ann's suitor; that you are the pursuer and she the
pursued Fool: it is you who are pursued, the marked
down quarry, the destined prey. George Bernard Shaw JohnTanner to Octavius Robinson. Man and Superman, act 2.
Sun-girt city, thou hast been Ocean's child, and
then his queen; Now is come a
darker day, And thou soon must
be his prey. Percy Bysshe Shelley 'Lines written amongst the Euganean Hills',
One day I wrote her name upon the strand, But came the waves
and washe' d it away; Again I wrote it
with a second hand, But came the tide,
and made my pains his prey. 'Vain man,'said
she,'that doest in vain assay A mortal thing so
to immortalise, For I my self shall
like to this decay, And eke my name be wipe' d out
likewise.' 'Not so,'quod
I,'let baser things devise To die in dust, but
you shall live by fame: My verse your
virtues rare shall eternise, And in the heavens
write your glorious name. Where when as death
shall all the world subdue, Our love shall
live, and later life renew.' Edmund Spenser Amoretti, sonnet 75.
So, naturalists observe, a flea Hath smaller fleas
on him prey; And these have
smaller fleas to bite 'em, And so proceed ad
infinitum. Thus every poet, in
his kind, Is bit by him that
comes behind. Jonathan Swift 'On Poetry', l.337^42.
Freedom is only the distance between the hunter
and his prey. Zhenkai pen name Beo Dao Zhao c.1989 'Answer', collected in Donald Finkel A Splintered