6 "Till Hamiltons, at least a dizen, By word, or pen, or pointed steel! May health and peace, with mutual rays, "Till his wee curlie John's ier-oe, I will not wind a lang conclusion, But whilst your wishes and endeavours But if (which pow'rs above prevent) That iron-hearted carl, Want, Attended in his grim advances, By sad mistakes and black mischances, } While hopes, and joys, and pleasures fly him, Make you as poor a dog as I am, Your humble servant then no more; For who would humbly serve the poor! But But by a poor man's hopes in Heav'n! TO A LOUSE, ON SEEING ONE ON A LADY'S BONNET, AT CHURCH. HA! whare ye gaun, ye crowlin ferlie ! Owre gauze and lace; Tho' faith, I fear ye dine but sparely Ye ugly, creepin, blastit wonner, Detested, shunn'd by saunt an' sinner, How dare ye set your fit upon her, Sae fine a lady! Gae somewhere else and seek your dinner On some poor body. Swith, in some beggar's haffet squattle; There ye may creep, and sprawl, and sprattle Wi' ither kindred, jumpin cattle, In shoals and nations; Whare horn nor bane ne'er dare unsettle Your thick plantations. Now haud you there, ye're out o' sight, Below the fatt'rils, snug an' tight; Na, faith ye yet! ye'll no be right "Till ye've got on it, The vera tapmost, tow'ring height My sooth! right bauld ye set your nose out, As plump and gray as onie grozet; O for some rank, mercurial rozet, Or fell, red smeddum, I'd gie you sic a hearty doze o't, Wad dress your droddum! I wad na been surpris'd to spy On's wyliecoat; O, Jenny, O, Jenny, dinna toss your head, An' set your beauties a' abread! Ye little ken what cursed speed The blastie's makin! Thae winks and finger-ends, 1 dread, O wad some pow'r the giftie gie us And foolish notion: What airs in dress an' gait wad lea'e us, ADDRESS |