I can set a braggart quailing with a quip,

The upstart I can wither with a whim;

He may wear a merry laugh upon his lip,

But his laughter has an echo that is grim!

Gilbert and Sullivan: The Yeomen of the Guard; or, The Merryman and His Maid (1888)

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