The sun had long since in the lap
Of Thetis taken out his nap,
And, like a lobster boil'd, the morn
From black to red began to turn.
Hudibras. Part ii. Canto ii. Line 29.
Have always been at daggers-drawing,
And one another clapper-clawing.
Hudibras. Part ii. Canto ii. Line 79.
For truth is precious and divine,—
Too rich a pearl for carnal swine.