Don Juan 04-109
Canto the Fourth

What! can I prove "a lion" then no more?
 A ball-room bard, a foolscap, hot-press darling?
To bear the compliments of many a bore,
 And sigh, "I can't get out," like Yorick's starling;
Why then I'll swear, as poet Wordy swore
 (Because the world won't read him, always snarling),
That taste is gone, that fame is but a lottery,
Drawn by the blue-coat misses of a coterie.

George Gordon Byron, Lord Byron (1788-1824)