John Kenyon - Lines Sent To Elia, lyrics

Elia! thro' irony of hearts the mender, May this pig prove like thine own pathos—tender. Bear of thy sageness, in its sage, the zest; And quaintly crackle, like thy crackling jest. And—dry without—rich inly—as thy wit, Be worthy thee—as thou art worthy it. PS. Beside the sty-born finding room to spare, Begs kind acceptance of himself—a hare. And since, being sylvan, he but ill indites, Hopes he may eat much better than he writes.