Strange that the sound should be so shrill,
That had its passage through a quill.
40Then I resolv'd thy praises to rehearse,
The wonders of thy pen, among the crowd
Of thy learn'd friends that sing so loud:
But 'twas not to be sung, or reach'd in verse.
By my weak notes, scarce to be heard,
Or if they could, not worth regard;
Desisting therefore I must only send
My very kind well wishes to my friend.