The flippant, foolish Fiction of To-day.
XLII
And if the Bosh you write, the Trash you read,
End in the Garbage Barrel—take no Heed;
Think that you are no worse than other Scribes,
Who scribble Stuff to meet the Public Need.
XLIII
So, when Who's-Who records your silly Name,
You'll think that you have found the Road to Fame;