‘Cocytus, named of lamentation loud
Heard on the rueful stream.’
Paradise Lost, II. 579–80.
‘Satire or sense, alas! can Sporus feel,
Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel?
Yet let me flap this bug with gilded wings,
This painted child of dirt, that stinks and stings,’ etc.
Pope, Prologue to the Satires, 307 et seq.
‘Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing,
Can touch him further.’