Accuſing ſome malignant Star, Not Britain, for that fateful War, Your kindneſs baniſhes your fear, Reſolv’d to fix for ever here.

In the time of King Arthur this adventure chanced, / Beside the Tarnewathelan, as the books tell; / When to Carlisle had come that victor enhanced, / With dukes and the douzepeers, the doughtiest that dwell, […] The original poem is dated to the 13th century, but was rendered in modern English.

In Ovid's Amores, gracile Elegy, the presiding spirit of Ovid's poetry of unfulfilled desire, confronts ponderous Tragedy …, only to dismiss her with insouciance: the pleasures and pains of erotic pursuit displace the ostensibly serious matters of tragic verse.

You're making us all feel uncomfortable and uneasy. You're a skunk at a garden party, to put it bluntly.