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.