ABSTRACT
On a Malignant Dull Poet When the viper its venom has spit, it is said, That its fat heals the wound which its poison has
made; Thus it fares with the blockhead who ventures to write; His dulness an antidote proves to his spite.
On a Malignant Dull Poet When the viper its venom has spit, it is said, That its fat heals the wound which its poison has
made; Thus it fares with the blockhead who ventures to write; His dulness an antidote proves to his spite.