With sport above and death below;
Where mischief lurks in gay disguise,
Thus lightly touch and quickly go.'
"He was, however, most exceedingly enraged when he knew that in the course of the season I had asked half a dozen acquaintance to do the same thing; and said, it was a piece of treachery, and done to make every body else look little when compared to my favourite friends the Pepyses, whose translations were unquestionably the best."[1]
[1] By Sir Lucas:
"O'er the ice, as o'er pleasure, you lightly should glide,
Both have gulphs which their flattering surfaces hide."
By Sir William:
"Swift o'er the level how the skaiters slide,
And skim the glitt'ring surface as they go: