To A Poet, Who Would Have Me Praise Certain Bad Poets, Imitators Of His And Mine
by William Butler Yeats
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?
by Arthur Guiterman
What one approves,
another scorns,
and thus
his nature each discloses.
You find the rosebush
full of thorns,
I find the
thornbush full of roses.