A malady Preys on my heart that med'cine cannot reach.
Come, seeling night, Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day; And with thy bloody and invisible hand, Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond Which keeps me pale! Light thickens; and the crow Makes wing to the rooky wood. Good things of day begin to droop and drowse, While night's black agents to their Preys do rouse.
With curious art the brain, too finely wrought, Preys on herself, and is destroyed by thought.Charles Churchill
The wolf Preys not in his own field.
Light vanity, insatiate cormorant, Consuming means, soon Preys upon itself.william shakespeare
When valour Preys on reason, It eats the sword it fights with.william shakespeare