My Dear Sir, —
we have this couplet —
Though sweet the sound, disdain a borrow'd tone,
Resign Achaia's lyre, and strike your own[1]:
or,
Though soft the echo, scorn a borrow'd tone,
Resign Achaia's lyre, and strike your own.
much for your admonition; but my note of notes, my solitary pun
, must not be given up — no, rather