Be caused by verse like mine: though that 's no cause
For his defrauding me of just applause.
LXXXV
"Aha, he fears the Forty, this poltroon?
First let him fear me! Change smooth speech to rough!
I 'll speak my mind out, show the fellow soon
Who is the foe to dread: insist enough
On my own merits till, as clear as noon,
He sees I am no man to take rebuff
As patiently as scribblers may and must!