Each pause between, his aged partner fills
With "lack-a-day!" "good sooth!" and "dearest dear!"
The dotard's head meantime for ever nods,
Encouraging her drivelling.—Anon.
Aristophanes. (Book iii. § 7, p. 126.)
There is no kind of fig, Whether little or big,
Save the Spartan, which here does not grow;
But this, though quite small,
Swells with hatred and gall,