I LIKE the darling critics—like? <br /> O, how upon their work I linger, <br />When they their weapons use to strike, <br /> Not me, but some less happy singer. <br /> <br />The treasure of their venom-bags <br /> So finely on the bard's expended, <br />One half-forgets the little wags <br /> Were from a scorpion-race descended!<br /><br />Joseph Skipsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-critics/
