TO AN INDIFFERENT POET
YOU say the critic is a parasite:
’Tis not for such as you to scowl him down:
Only to point the way to Heart’s Delight
Is better than making roads to No Man’s Town.
YOU say the critic is a parasite:
’Tis not for such as you to scowl him down:
Only to point the way to Heart’s Delight
Is better than making roads to No Man’s Town.