This is the new blog...CONFESSION ZERO


He invades authors like a monarch; and what would be theft in other poets is only victory in him. -- John Dryden
1631-1700, British Poet, Dramatist, Critic

O! Ann,
You silly adolescent!
Are you not adequately ashamed
At being a scalawag,
That you need be artless, too?
You've no more imagination
Than that of dust?

Is there no shame in your limbs
To hide thy breathless bones?

You’re now filched, stolen away thus;

“Why, simpleton, do you mix your verses with mine?
What have you to do, foolish
(wo)man, with writings
that convict you of theft? Why do you attempt to associate foxes with lions, and make owls pass for eagles?
Though you had one of Ladas's legs,
you would not be able, blockhead,
to run with the other leg of wood.”

(Marcus Valerius Martial)

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