'YOU little like the sonnet? You?
But what are you? a creaking wicket;
A cricket in the grass, allow
Me, slut! to say a very cricket!—

'A chatter-box, or at the best'—
''A win-chat,' add, and end the matter!'
'Not so, slut Muse!—You're tongue's a pest,
And'-'La, what can it do but chatter?'