A Poetical Epistle to Sir William Bennet

My trembling muse your honour does address.
That it 's a bold attempt most humbly I confess.
If you'll encourage her young fagging flight,
She'll upwards soar and mount Parnassus' height.
If little things with great may be compared,
In Rome it so with the divine Virgil fared ;
The tuneful bard Augustus did inspire
Made his great genius flash poetic fire ;
But, if upon my flight your honour frowns,
The muse folds up her wings, and, dying, justice owns.