BY A YOUNG LADY,
With a Present of a Pair of Garters to an Old Gentleman.
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The attribution of this poem is questionable.
Excuse your humble servant Rosey,
She knits, but cannot make a Poesy.
ANSWER.
As a Knitter thou art, my dear Girl, knit the Knot
That will last Thee for life; and good luck be thy lot!
May thy Choice not sit tight, nor too slack let him be,
But bind easy and soft, as thy Garters bind me.
'Tis true that my Verse both runs rough and comes hard,
Tho' the Subject invite e'en a crippled Old Bard:
Your wit and your work I admire, my dear Rosey,
Excuse me then Verse, I' excuse you your Posey,
And will love you and thank you in plain honest Prosey.