|Frank J. Wilstach, comp. A Dictionary of Similes. 1916.|
|Satire should, like a polished razor keen,|
Wound with a touch thats scarcely felt or seen.
Lady Mary Wortley Montagu
| Satire is a sort of glass wherein beholders do generally discover everybodys face but their own.|
| For Satyre, that most needful part of our Poetry, it has of late been more abusd, and is grown more degenerate than any other; most commonly, like a Sword in the hands of a Madman, it runs a Tilt at all manner of Persons without any sort of distinction or reason; and so ill-guided is this furious Career, that the Thrusts are most aimd where the Enemy is best armd.|