GRACE AFTER MEAT. O THOU, in whom we live and move And if it please thee, Pow'r above, ANOTHER. LORD, we thank an' thee adore ANOTHER. O LORD, since we have feasted thus, Let Meg now take away the flesh EXTEMPORE LINES, IN ANSWER TO A CARD FROM AN INTIMATE FRIEND OF BURNS, WISHING HIM TO SPEND AN HOUR AT A TAVERN. THE King's most humble servant, I Can scarcely spare a minute; Or else the Deil's be in it. MY BOTTLE. My bottle is my holy pool, That heals the wounds o' care an' dool, ON A SWEARING COXCOMB. HERE cursing swearing Burton lies, ON ANDREW TURNER. IN se'enteen hunder an' forty-nine, But by and by he changed his plan, ON JAMES GRACIE DEAN OF GUILD FOR DUMFRIES. GRACIE, thou art a man of worth, May he be damned to hell henceforth Who fauts thy weight or measure. LINES WRITTEN UNDER THE PICTURE OF MISS BURNS. CEASE, ye prudes, your envious railing, Had a woman ever less? ON MISS J. SCOTT, OF AYR. OH! had each Scot of ancient times EPIGRAM ON CAPTAIN FRANCIS GROSE, THE CELEBRATED ANTIQUARY. THE Devil got notice that Grose was a-dying, EPIGRAM ON ELPHINSTONE'S TRANSLATION OF MARTIAL'S EPIGRAMS. ○ THOU Wпom Poetry abhors, Whom Prose has turned out of doors, Heard'st thou yon groan ?-proceed no further. 'Twas laurel'd Martial calling murther. REPLY TO A NOTE FROM CAPT. RIDDELL. DEAR Sir, at ony time or tide, ON A COUNTRY LAIRD. BLESS Jesus Christ, O Cardoness, Alas, alas! O Cardoness, Then hadst thou lain for ever! ON BEING SHEWN A BEAUTIFUL COUNTRY SEAT. WE grant they're thine, those beauties all, So lovely in our eye; Keep them, thou eunuch, Cardoness. For others to enjoy! ON SEEING THE BEAUTIFUL SEAT OF LORD GALLOWAY. WHAT dost thou in that mansion fair? Flit, Galloway, and find Some narrow, dirty, dungeon cave, The picture of thy mind! ON THE SAME. No Stewart art thou, Galloway, ON THE SAME. BRIGHT ran thy line, O Galloway, TO THE SAME, ON THE AUTHOR BEING THREATENED WITH HIS RESENTMENT. SPARE me thy vengeance, Galloway, In quiet let me live: I ask no kindness at thy hand, For thou hast none to give. VERSES TO J. RANKINE. AE day, as Death, that grusome carl, From him that wears the star and garter, 10 |