Well, since you ask, it's from a pome by WH Auden

The Novelist

Blarr, blarr, blarr . . .

For, to achieve his lightest wish, he must
Become the whole of boredom, subject to
Vulgar complaints like love, among the Just

Be just, among the Filthy filthy too,
And in his own weak person, if he can,
Dully put up with all the wrongs of man.