No more at Criticks, Ned, repine, <br />Who say those Numbers are not thine. <br />I own I was suspicious too, <br />And thought the Verse too good for You: <br />But since you say those Lines you writ, <br />The Proof is full, and I submit. <br /> <br />So, if Thaumantia should profess, <br />She owes Herself her glorious Dress; <br />And Cynthia, Empress of the Night, <br />Declare she shines by native Light; <br />(Tho' envious Criticks vent their Gall,) <br />I'd equally believe you all.<br /><br />Mary Barber<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-a-gentleman-who-shew-d-a-fine-poem-as-his-own/
