Fools are my theme, let satire be my song.

Lord Byron 1788-1824: English Bards and Scotch Reviewers. Line 6.

For pointed satire I would Buckhurst choose,

The best good man with the worst-natured muse.

Earl Of Rochester (1647-1680): An allusion to Horace, Satire x. Book i.

Satire's my weapon, but I'm too discreet

To run amuck, and tilt at all I meet.

Alexander Pope (1688-1744): Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Satire i. Book ii. Line 69.

Satire should, like a polished razor keen,

Wound with a touch that's scarcely felt or seen.

Lady Mary Wortley Montagu (1690-1762): To the Imitator of the First Satire of Horace. Book ii.

Satire or sense, alas! can Sporus feel?

Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel?

Alexander Pope (1688-1744): Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 307.