THE ANSWER.
I do not doubt your malt is good,
Your skill by all is understood;
The humming beer thro’ all the town,
Has fix’d on high your just renown.
But why I should your grain command,
I own I do not understand,
For I your barley cannot dry,
Nor yet your blind horse supply;
So to your wish I can’t incline,
Adieu, then, Master Valentine.