The tadpole poet will never grow into anything bigger than a frog; not though in that stage of development he should puff and blow himself till he bursts with windy adulation at the heels of the laureled ox.
Algernon Charles Swinburne, Clyde Kenneth Hyder (1966). “Swinburne Replies: Notes on Poems and Reviews, Under the Microscope [and] Dedicatory Epistle”, p.72, Syracuse University Press
