A few, however, yet expect to find 25 30 Thee, Savage! these (the justly great) admire ; Thee, quick'ning judgment's phlegm with fancy's Thee, slow to censure, earnest to commend, [ fire; An able critic, but a willing friend. 36 AN EPISTLE TO A FRIEND IN TOWN*. HAVE my friends in the Town, in the Forgot such a man as John Dyer ? gay busy [Town Or heedless despise they, or pity the clown, No matter, no matter-content in the shades- * Among the poems of Mr. Savage there is one to Mr. Dyer, in answer to Till Outrage arises, or Misery needs Till sacred Religion or Liberty bleeds, Alas! what a folly, what wealth and domain Immense is the toil, yet the labour how vain! Then glide on my moments, the few that I have, While gently the body descends to the grave, 10 15 20 113 138 144 19 13 57 |