He means you no more mischief than a parrot;
The words for friend and foe alike were made,
To fetter them in verse is all his trade.
Dryden, Absalom and Achitophel (Part II)
(2) Pope. A lash like mine no honest man shall dread,
But all such babbling blockheads in his stead.
Let Sporus[161] tremble—
Arbuthnot.What? that thing of silk,
Sporus, that mere white curd of ass’s milk?
Satire or sense, alas! can Sporus feel?