Tent in my cheeks, and school-boys’ tears take up
The glasses of my sight: a beggar’s tongue
Make motion through my lips.—I will not do it,
Lest I surcease to honour mine own truth,
And by my body’s action, teach my mind
A most inherent baseness.”
‘Whoe’er offends at some unlucky time
Slides into verse, and hitches in a rhyme.’
Pope, Imitations of Horace, Satire I. Book II.
‘Thus Phalaris Perillus taught to low,