An
occasional
Copy
,
in
Answer
to
Mr.
Joshua
Barns
,
Extempore
.
Go
my
proud
Muse
,
yet
thanks
submissly
yield
,
Not
from
obliging
,
but
obliged
Field
;
Since
mighty
Barns
doth
Complement
thee
so
,
The
World
will
sure
some
little
Pride
allow
.
He
who's
great
Pen
and
elevated
Sense
,
Can
grace
the
Acts
of
an
Heroick
Prince
;
Yet
condescends
to
celebrate
thy
Name
,
Whose
approbation
is
sufficient
Fame
.
What
need
was
there
to
send
it
by
a
Friend
?
Sure
Barns's
Verse
itself
can
recommend
:
Sent
by
a
Foe
my
Rage
you
had
beguil'd
,
And
for
its
sake
I
had
been
reconcil'd
.
How
should
your
Fancy
be
inrich'd
by
me
,
Thou
pregnant
Author
of
best
Poetry
.
The
fruitful
Fields
do
stock
the
Barns
each
Year
,
My
barren
Muse
cannot
allow
it
here
:
She
is
but
Poor
,
and
been
so
long
retir'd
,
She
could
not
write
until
by
you
Inspir'd
.
Heaven
has
not
giv'n
Woman
highest
Wit
,
But
you
good
Nature
to
speak
well
of
it
;
I
wish
I
did
deserve
the
Praise
you
give
,
Then
like
your
Verse
I
should
Immortal
live
;
But
thus
I
take
your
Lines
they
speak
to
me
,
Not
what
I
am
,
but
what
I
ought
to
be
.