Acquaint us, I pray, with the name of our Poet;
Its worth will be doubled, to you when we owe it.”
“Dear Sir,” said the Dame, who lov’d flatt’ry as well,
As if folly had made her a mere modern Belle,
“Much joy would it give me to grant your request,
But, in truth, I am not of this secret possest.
[p22] I have thought a good deal, and feel really vex’d;
For the more I consider, the more I’m perplex’d:
However, thus much I will venture to tell;
A female alone could have written so well.”