ABSTRACT
Envy was up at my success with all the lyes it could muster some said that I never wrote the poems & that Drury gave me money to father them with my name others said that I had stole them out of books & that Parson this & Squire tother knew the books from which they were stolen Pretending scholars said that I had never been to a grammer school & therefore it was impossible for me to write anything our parson industriously found out the wonderful discovery that I coud not spell & of course his opinion was busily distributed in all companies which he visited that I was but a middling promise of success but his opinion got its knuckles rapt & then he excusd the mistake by saying he did not read poetry & consequently knew little about it there he was right
