Clare writes, "I hear Winter's 'Song of the Ruined Man' much eulogized. I cannot admire it. With the text he begins with, a practised versifier might go on rhyming until the seas were dry. All you have to do is to conjure up all the things that one should not laugh at, and then laugh at them, and there's your poem."
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