My Dear Sir, —

[Suppose]

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.

[So]

much for your admonition; but my note of notes, my solitary pun

[2]

, must not be given up — no, rather