Im glad oft, with all my heart; I had rather be a kitten and cry mew, Than one of these same metre ballad-mongers; I had rather hear a brazen candlestick turnd, Or a dry wheel grate on the axle-tree; And that would set my teeth nothing on edge, Nothing so much as mincing poetry; Tis like the forced gait of a shuffling nag. Shakespeare.King Henry IV., Part I. Act III. Scene 1. (Hotspur to Glendower.)