Fragment IX: Kurnus, these lines of mine, let them remain

Kurnus, these lines of mine, let them remain
Conceal’d and secret—verse of such a strain
Betrays its author—all the world would know it !
“‘ This is Theognis, the Megarian poet,
So celebrated and renown’d in Greece!”
Yet some there are, forsooth, I cannot please ;
Nor ever could contrive, with all my skill,
To gain the common liking and goodwill
Of these my fellow-citizens.—No wonder!
Not even he, the god that wields the thunder,
(The sovereign all-wise, almighty Jove, )
Can please them with his government above:
Some call for rainy weather, some for dry,
A discontented and discordant cry
Fills all the earth, and réaches to the sky.