Carper

Shame not these woods, / By putting on the cunning of a carper.

Come, let my carper to his life now look, And find there darker lines than in my book He findeth any […]

He censures everything, this zealous carper.

What is this sort of piece going to do when confronted with row upon row of coldly sober carpers?

[…] Lady Tipper […] shook her head in wounded defiance of all the carpers and whiners.