ΤΟ MARTIN CHARLES BURNEY, ESQ. Forgive me, BURNEY, if to thee these late And hasty products of a critic pen, Thyself no common judge of books and men, My verse was offered to an older friend; Those humorous clouds that flit o'er brightest days, In all my threadings of this worldly maze, (And I have watched thee almost from a child), Free from self-seeking, envy, low design, I have not found a whiter soul than thine. |