EPIGRAM ON SAID OCCASION. O DEATH, hadst thou but spar'd his life Ev'n as he is, cauld in his graff, ANOTHER. ONE Queen Artemisia, as old stories tell, But Queen Netherplace, of a diffrent complexion, EPITAPH ON HOLY WILLIE. HERE Holy Willie's sair worn clay His saul has taen some other way, Stop! there he is, as sure's a gun, Nae wonder he's as black's the grun, Your brunstane devilship. I see, Your pity I will not implore, But near me, Sir, deil as ye are, A coof like him wad stain your name, A JEREMIAD. Ан, woe is me! my mother dear; I ne'er could lend on bill or bond IO 20 HERE Stuarts once in glory reign'd, A race outlandish fills their throne. Who know them best, despise them most. LINES ON BEING TOLD THAT THE ABOVE VERSES WOULD AFFECT HIS PROSPECTS. RASH mortal, and slanderous poet, thy name Shall no longer appear in the records of fame ; Says the more 'tis a truth, sir, the more 'tis a libel? REPLY TO THE MINISTER OF GLADSMUIR. LIKE Esop's lion, Burns says, sore I feel LINES WRITTEN AND PRESENTED TO MRS. KEMBLE, ON SEEING HER IN THE CHARACTER OF YARICO IN THE DUMFRIES THEATRE, 1794. KEMBLE, thou cur'st my unbelief At Yarico's sweet notes of grief LINES. I MURDER hate by field or flood, The deities that I adore Are social Peace and Plenty ; LINES WRITTEN ON A WINDOW, AT THE KING'S ARMS TAVERN, DUMFRIES. YE men of wit and wealth, why all this sneering EXTEMPORE IN THE COURT OF SESSION. LORD ADVOCATE. HE clench'd his pamphlets in his fist, He quoted and he hinted, His argument he tint it: He gaped for't, he grapèd for't, But what his common sense came short, MR. ERSKINE. Collected Harry stood awee, Then open'd out his arm, man ; His lordship sat wi' ruefu' e'e, And eyed the gathering storm, man: Like wind-driv'n hail it did assail, The Bench sae wise, lift up their eyes, A GRACE BEFORE DINNER. O THOU, who kindly dost provide We bless thee, God of Nature wide, And, if it please thee, Heavenly Guide, But whether granted, or denied, Lord, bless us with content! Amen! ΙΟ |