vie

Her suitors were all vying for her attention.

But, if there be, or ever were, one such, / It's past the size of dreaming: nature wants stuff / To vie strange forms with fancy; yet, to imagine / An Antony, were nature's piece 'gainst fancy, / Condemning shadows quite.

She hung about my neck; and kiss on kiss / She vied so fast.

Out, thou camelion harlot! now thine eyes Vie tears with the hyæna