Better We All Were In Our Graves, Than Live In Slavery To Slaves; Worse Than The Anarchy At Sea, Where Fishes On Each Other Prey; Where Every Trout Can Make As High Rants O'Er His Inferiors, As Our Tyrants; And Swagger While The Coast Is Clear: But Should A Lordly Pike Appear, Away You See The Varlet Scud, Or Hide His Coward Snout In Mud. Thus, If A Gudgeon Meet A Roach, He Dares Not Venture To Approach; Yet Still Has Impudence To Rise, And, Like Domitian,[2] Leap At Flies.