Mrs. BINDON'S ANSWER.

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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T131163 K104099.005 Dodsley, Robert, 1703-1764. A Collection of Poems in Six Volumes. By Several Hands. Vol. V. London printed by J. Hughs, for R. and J. Dodsley 1763 [1st ed. 1758] p. 157. 6v.: music; 8⁰.

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Mrs. BINDON'S ANSWER . WHEN home I return'd from the dancing last night , And elate by your praises attempted to write , I familiarly call'd on Apollo for aid , And told him how many fine things you had said ; He smil'd at my folly , and gave me to know , Your wit , and not mine , by your writing you shew ; And then , says the God , still to make you more vain , He hath promis'd that I shall enlighten your brain , When he knows in his heart , if he speak but his mind , That no woman alive can now boast I am kind : For since Daphne to shun me grew into a laurel , With the sex I have sworn still to keep up the quarrel . I thought it all joke , 'till by writing to you , I have prov'd his resentment , alas ! but too true .