Mrs. Miggins: So, who are they electing when they have these elections?
Blackadder: Ah, the same old shower: fat Tory landowners who get made MP's when they reach a certain weight; raving revolutionaries who think that just because they do a day's work that somehow gives them the right to get paid... Basically, it's a right old mess. Toffs at the top, plebs at the bottom, and me in the middle making a fat pile of cash out of both of them.
BBC. Blackadder, season 2: Dish and Dishonesty
---
Impudence, if you vex me, I will give ten shillings a week for my lodging; for I am almost st—k out of this with the sink, and it helps me to verses in my “Shower.”
Jonathan Swift. Letter VIII. (London, Oct. 31, 1710)