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.
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