We are, as he informed us, with an emphasis distressing,
By nature inartistic, and are daily getting worse.
Thereafter he directed magisterial attention
Upon the hapless authors who a fleeting fame had got;
He drew no nice distinctions, nor selected some for mention,
But, with superb simplicity, he just condemned the lot.
Every man of them is sinning with an ignorance persistent,
Poet, novelist and critic, or whatever be their sphere,
Their "individuality" is almost non-existent,
And only on occasions, if at all, are they "sincere."