Classic Poem

Whatever you may be or do
Evil he thinks and speaks of you;
'Twere nothing tho' you soared above
The Curii in filial love;
Though yours were Nerva's gentle mind,
As Macer's just, as Ruso's kind,
As Junius upright, with the wit
Of Paulus added on to it,
And Regulus' persuasive skill,
His envious fangs would gnaw you still.
Is that the sort of man you call
A common peril to us all?
Nay, who belittles all men thus
Can only hurt himself, not us.