To a Poet, Who Would Have Me Praise Certain Bad Poets, Imitators of His and Mine

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To a Poet, Who Would Have Me Praise Certain Bad Poets, Imitators of His and Mine

You say, as I have often given tongue

In praise of what another’s said or sung,

’Twere politic to do the like by these;

But was there ever dog that praised his fleas?