Lo, wit's sure refuge, satire's grand resource—
All, from Kratinos downward—'strangers' they!
Pity the trick's too facile! None so raw
Among your playmates but have caught the ball
And sent it back as briskly to—yourself!
You too, my Attic, are styled 'stranger'—Rhodes,
Aigina, Lindos or Kameiros,—nay,
'T was Egypt reared (if Eupolis be right)
Who wrote the comedy (Kratinos vows)
Kratinos helped a little! Kleon's self