For saying he could not live by the profits of Carthy's works, as they did not sell.
I must confess that I was somewhat warm,
I broke his teeth, but where's the mighty harm?
My work he said could ne'er afford him meat,
And teeth are useless where there's nought to eat!
Carthy Knocked Out Some Teeth From His News-Boy (Epigram Against Carthy)
Jonathan Swift
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