Classic Poem

You may bark at me always and snarl and attack,
But I mean to deny you the fame that you lack;
And I do not intend that your name should be read
In my books and thereby through the wide world be spread.
Why you should be heard of? There's no reason why;
Unknown you have lived and unknown you may die.
One or two men in Rome, or perhaps three or four,
Will play " dog bite dog," if it is in their power;
But I, let me tell you, am not one of these,
And my nails I shall keep off your scabs, if you please.