Revisit’st not these eyes, that roll in vain
To find thy piercing ray, and find no dawn;
So thick a drop serene hath quenched their orbs,
Or dim suffusion veiled.’
Paradise Lost, III. 22–26.
‘And Noise and Norton, Brangling and Breval,
Dennis and Dissonance, and captious Art.’
Pope, The Dunciad, II. 238–9.
‘Enjoy your dear wit, and gay rhetoric,
That hath so well been taught her dazzling fence.’