A life of peace, purity, and refinement leads to a calm and untroubled old age.
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?
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