authors and critics

With fame in just proportion envy grows;
The man that makes a character makes foes,
 Slight peevish insects round a genius rise,
As bright day awakes the world of flies;
With hearty malice, but with feeble wing,
To show they live, they flutter and they sting;
 But as by depredations wasps proclaim
 The fairest fruit, so these the fairest fame.

Edward Young