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{{a|g|}}From peotry corner, Alexander Pope’s spectacular phrase. Not entirely clear what this all means, but you sense that the Popester was a fellow traveller: | {{a|g|}}From peotry corner, Alexander Pope’s spectacular phrase. Not entirely clear what this all means, but you sense that the Popester was a fellow traveller: | ||
Let Sporus tremble – | Let Sporus tremble – “What? that thing of silk, <br> | ||
Sporus, that mere white curd of | Sporus, that mere white curd of ass’s milk? <br> | ||
Satire or sense, alas! can Sporus feel? <br> | Satire or sense, alas! can Sporus feel? <br> | ||
[[Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel?]] <br> | [[Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel?]] <br> | ||
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This painted child of dirt that stinks and stings; <br> | This painted child of dirt that stinks and stings; <br> | ||
Whose buzz the witty and the fair annoys, <br> | Whose buzz the witty and the fair annoys, <br> | ||
Yet wit | Yet wit ne’er tastes, and beauty ne’er enjoys, <br> | ||
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From peotry corner, Alexander Pope’s spectacular phrase. Not entirely clear what this all means, but you sense that the Popester was a fellow traveller:
Let Sporus tremble – “What? that thing of silk,
Sporus, that mere white curd of ass’s milk?
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;
Whose buzz the witty and the fair annoys,
Yet wit ne’er tastes, and beauty ne’er enjoys,