I think you mean, sirrah, THIS mighty wordsmith, Alexander Pope, whose Dunciad is dedicated to Jonathon Swift.

Ah, Mom, there is no woe to match that of a wayward child! Sharper than a serpent's sting, one might even say!

If she must teem,
Create her child of spleen; that it may live,
And be a thwart disnatured torment to her!
Let it stamp wrinkles in her brow of youth;
With cadent tears fret channels in her cheeks;
Turn all her mother's pains and benefits
To laughter and contempt; that she may feel
How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is
To have a thankless child!

William Shakespeare, King Lear, 1605, regarding the birth of Rapaire as forecast to him by three witches on the moors outside Dunsinane.