The Bad Poet Is A

Nothing In Our Times Has Become So Unattractive As Virtue.

The Bad Poet Is A Toady Mimicking Nature.

Of All The Animals On Earth, None Is So Brutish As Man When He Seeks The Delirium Of Coition.

There Are Men That Are Birds, And Their Raiment Is Trembling Feathers, For They Show Their Souls To Everyone And Everything That Is Ungentle Or Untutored Or Evil Or Mockery Is As A Rude Stone Cast At Them, And They Suffer All Day Long, Or As Paul Remarks They Are Slain Every Moment.

I Have No Confidence In A Man Whose Faults You Cannot See.