Suiting rough weapon doubtless to plain truth,
They flung, for word-artillery, why—filth;
Still, folks who wiped the unsavory salute
From visage, would prefer the mess, to wit—
Steel, poked through midriff with a civil speech,
As now the way is: then, the kindlier mode
Was—drub not stab, rib-roast not scarify!
So did Sousarion introduce, and so
Did I, acceding, find the Comic Art:
Club,—if I call it,—notice what 's implied!