Dissensions, like small streams, are first begun, Scarce seen they rise, but gather as they run: So lines that from their parallel decline, More they proceed the more they still disjoin. Saml GarthThe Dispensary. Canto III. L. 184.
Alas! how light a cause may move Dissension between hearts that love! Hearts that the world in vain had tried, And sorrow but more closely tied; That stood the storm when waves were rough, Yet in a sunny hour fall off. MooreLalla Rookh. The Light of the Harem. L. 183.
Discord, a sleepless hag who never dies, With Snipe-like nose, and Ferret-glowing eyes, Lean sallow cheeks, long chin with beard supplied, Poor crackling joints, and witherd parchment hide, As if old Drums, worn out with martial din, Had clubbd their yellow Heads to form her Skin. John WolcotThe Louisad. Canto III. L. 121.