Classic Poem

I.

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 upward 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.