Envy, Hatred, and Malice
Let us praise Such an One,
Give him commendation
Sincere for labour done—
As honour to the nation.
Such elevation,
Such perfect taste, was never known before;
Our ranks admit one poet more,
'Mid universal acclamation.
Such an One is elevated
To the gods,
Even to the demi-gods.
Such an One is crownèd king,
Self and friends
Chew the cud of bitter feeling
Wondering
By what ends
These strange vermin come to stealing
Bay-leaves here and there to make
Forged false wreaths, for sure 'tis odd
How the world a man may take
For a god.
(Even for a demi-god!)
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