A dog starv’d at his master’s gate
Predicts the ruin of the state.
A horse misus’d upon the road
Calls to heaven for human blood.
Each outcry of the hunted hare
A fiber from the brain doth tear.
–William Blake, from the poem “Auguries of Innocence.”
Encountered in the New York Times: The Palace of Excess Imagination
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