But why on earth does he inspire So harsh and negative a view? Is it because we never tire Of censuring what others do? Because an ardent spirit’s daring Appears absurd or overbearing From where the smug and worthless sit? Because the dull are cramped by wit? Because we take mere talk for action, And malice rules a petty mind? Because in tripe the solemn find A cause for solemn satisfaction, And mediocrity alone Is what we like and call our own?
