...curd of ass's milk I Satire or sense, alas ! can Sporus fcel ! Who breaks a butterfly upon a whcel ! of peace at buz the witty and the fair annoys, Yet wit ne'er tastes, and beauty ne'er enjoys : So well-bred spaniels...

...Sporns tremble " A. " What ! that thing of silk ? ] Sporus ! that mere white curd of asses' milk P Satire or sense, alas ! can Sporus feel ? Who breaks...gilded wings, This painted child of dirt that stinks and_stings ! Whose buzz, the witty and the fair annoys; Yet wit ne'er tastes, and beauty ne'er enjoys...

...Let Sporus7 tremble — A. What? that thing of silk, Sporus, that mere white curd of asses' milk ? 8 Satire or sense, alas ! can Sporus feel ? Who breaks...P. Yet let me flap this bug with gilded wings, This painted9 child of dirt, that stinks and stings ; ' An allusion to those who endeavoured to persuade...

...minds. When Dryden drew his dark picture of Ahitophel, or Pope spit forth fire against Lord Ilcrvey as " This bug with gilded wings, This painted child of dirt that stinks and stings ;' ' or Byron scoffed at women and critics, and the vision of judgment, the fire was obviously kindled...

...213. Cursed be the verse, how well soe'er it flow, That tends to make one worthy man my foe. Line 283. Satire or sense, alas ! can Sporus feel, Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel ? Line 307. Eternal smiles his emptiness betray, As shallow streams run dimpling all the way. Line...

...thing of silk, Sporus, that mere white curd of ass's milk ? Satire or sense, alas ! can Sporus feel 1 Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel ? P. Yet let me...stings ; Whose buzz the witty and the fair annoys ; 311 Yet wit ne'er tastes, and beauty ne'er enjoys : So well-bred spaniels civilly delight In mumbling...

...spewed to make the batter.46 Mr. Pope is more refined, and actually makes his vulgarities melodious : Yet let me flap this bug with gilded wings, This painted child of dirt, that stinks and stings.*? However, all the 'classical' satirists of the baroque period avoided the oddities, the neologisms,...

...lme ziH of the Old English poem, which says (hat Beowulfs ship crosses the sea "most like a bird.' Yet let me flap this bug with gilded wings, This painted child of dirt that stinks and stings. By displaying so forcefully and variously the ways in which the discipline of meter guides and shapes...

...crawls, and stings and stinks' (p. 716), echoing Pope's fierce lines from the 'Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot': Yet let me flap this bug with gilded wings, This painted child of dirt, that stinks and stings. Characters frequently speak in unmarked passages of English verse, no doubt reflecting the nineteenth-century...

...PoE; PoEL-3; SeCePo 9 Let Sporus tremble — 'What? That thing of silk, Sporus, that mere white curd chips of short-lunged Seneca. Nor upon all things to obtrude And force some odd similitude. Yet let me flap this bug with gilded wings, This painted child of dirt, that stinks and stings; Whose...