Sir
CHARLES'S
REPLY
.
I'LL
not
believe
that
Phoebus
did
not
smile
,
Unhappily
for
you
I
know
his
stile
;
To
strains
like
yours
of
old
his
harp
he
strung
,
And
while
he
dictated
Orinda
sung
.
Did
beauteous
Daphne's
scorn
of
proffer'd
love
Against
the
sex
his
indignation
move
?
It
rather
made
you
his
peculiar
care
,
Convinc'd
from
thence
,
ye
were
as
good
as
fair
.
As
mortals
who
from
dust
receiv'd
their
birth
,
Must
when
they
die
return
to
native
earth
;
So
too
the
laurel
,
that
your
brow
adorns
,
Sprang
from
the
fair
,
and
to
the
fair
returns
.