An occasional Copy, in Answer to Mr. Joshua Barns, Extempore. Sarah Fyge Egerton Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T125148 Egerton, Sarah Fyge, 1668-1723. Poems on Several Occasions, Together with a Pastoral. By Mrs. S. F. [poems only] London printed, and are to be sold by J. Nutt, near Stationers-Hall 1703 pp. 47-48. [20],117,[3],15,[1]p.; 8⁰.

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An occasional Copy , in Answer to Mr. Joshua Barns , Extempore . Go my proud Muse , yet thanks submissly yield , Not from obliging , but obliged Field ; Since mighty Barns doth Complement thee so , The World will sure some little Pride allow . He who's great Pen and elevated Sense , Can grace the Acts of an Heroick Prince ; Yet condescends to celebrate thy Name , Whose approbation is sufficient Fame . What need was there to send it by a Friend ? Sure Barns's Verse itself can recommend : Sent by a Foe my Rage you had beguil'd , And for its sake I had been reconcil'd . How should your Fancy be inrich'd by me , Thou pregnant Author of best Poetry . The fruitful Fields do stock the Barns each Year , My barren Muse cannot allow it here : She is but Poor , and been so long retir'd , She could not write until by you Inspir'd . Heaven has not giv'n Woman highest Wit , But you good Nature to speak well of it ; I wish I did deserve the Praise you give , Then like your Verse I should Immortal live ; But thus I take your Lines they speak to me , Not what I am , but what I ought to be .