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I gave him entirer Credit for the Epigram, which I admire as a happy & rare assemblage of piet & wit

your extempore picture of a Race-Ball enchanted me

The Muse of Elegy, I see,
is fit for every Task;
& knows to charm, with comic Glee,
In gay Thalia's Mask:

With festive Smiles the tender Fair
So played her sportive Sister,
Had Momus seen Her jocund air,
He must have praised, & Kist her;

& had He, in an Hour so kind,
With such applause carest her,
what God with Envy had not pined
To see the Happy Jester?—

Behold Impromptu for yr Impromptu! but alas ! I am still yr debtor - yet if you outstrip me in vivacity & with, I illeg at least keep pace with you in affection - Farewell & believe me ever most faithfully

yrs WH.