Poet on poet ...

Christopher Logue on John Dryden. (Hat tip, Dave Lull.)

I've always loved the part of MacFlecknoe when the kind of dullness decides who shall be his successor:

Shadwell alone my perfect image bears.
Mature in dullness from his tender years;
Shadwell alone, of all my sons, is he
Who stands confirmed in full stupidity.
The rest to some faint meaning make pretence,
But Shadwell never deviates into sense.