&c.
This was not the kind of man to be contemptuously regarded or indiscreetly attacked.

Foote ventured to designate him "the clumsy curate of Clapham," but prudently suppressed a more elaborate lampoon he had prepared.

Murphy launched an ode more vehement than decent in its terms.

Churchill good-humouredly acknowledged the justice of the satire; he had said, perhaps, all he cared to say to the detriment of Murphy, and was content with this proof that his shafts had reached their mark.

Murphy confirms Davies's account of Churchill's seat in the theatre: No more your bard shall sit In foremost row before the astonished pit, And grin dislike, and kiss the spike, And twist his mouth and roll his head awry, The arch-absurd quick glancing from his eye.
Charles Lamb was a faithful patron of the pit.