A FAREWELL. FAREWELL, dear Friend! may guid luck hit you, May nane believe him! And ony De'il that thinks to get you, Good Lord, deceive him! ON A FRIEND. AN honest man here lies at rest, ; A VERSE COMPOSED AND REPEATED BY BURNS, TO THE MASTER OF THE HOUSE, ON TAKING LEAVE AT A PLACE IN THE HIGHLANDS, WHERE HE HAD BEEN HOSPITABLY ENTERTAINED. WHEN death's dark stream I ferry o'er, In Heaven itself I'll ask no more VERSES WRITTEN ON A WINDOW OF THE INN AT CARRON. WE came na here to view your warks In hopes to be mair wise, But only, lest we gang to hell, It may be nae surprise. But when we tirled at your door, Your porter dought na hear us; Sae may, shou'd we to hell's yetts come, LINES WRITTEN ON A PANE OF GLASS IN THE INN AT MOFFAT. Ask why God made the gem so small, Because God meant mankind should set EPIGRAM WRITTEN AT INVERARY. WHOE'ER he be that sojourns here, I pity much his case, The Lord their God, his Grace. There's naething here but Highland pride, If Providence has sent me here, A TOAST GIVEN AT A MEETING OF THE DUMFRIES-SHIRE VOLUNTEERS, HELD TO COMMEMORATE THE ANNIVERSARY OF RODNEY'S VICTORY, APRIL 12, 1782. INSTEAD of a Song, boys, I'll give you a Toast- ΙΟ EXTEMPORE, ON MR. WILLIAM SMELLIE, 1 AUTHOR OF THE PHILOSOPHY OF NATURAL HISTORY, AND MEMBER OF THE ANTIQUARIAN AND ROYAL SOCIETIES OF EDINBURGH. CROCHALLAN came, The old cock'd hat, the grey surtout-the same; EXTEMPORE TO MR. SYME, ON REFUSING TO DINE WITH HIM, AFTER HAVING BEEN PROMISED THE FIRST OF COMPANY, AND THE FIRST OF COOKERY. No more of your guests, be they titled or not, TO MR. SYME, WITH A PRESENT OF A DOZEN OF PORTER. O, HAD the malt thy strength of mind, TO JOHN M'MURDO, ESQ. O, COULD I give thee India's wealth, Because thy joy in both would be But golden sands did never grace Then take what gold could never buy- L ON MISS JESSY LEWARS. WRITTEN IN PENCIL ON THE BACK OF A MENAGERIE BILL. TALK not to me of savages No savage e'er could rend my heart, But Jessy's lovely hand in mine, Not ev'n to view the heavenly choir EPITAPH ON MISS JESSY LEWARS. SAY, Sages, what's the charm on earth It is not purity and worth, Else Jessy had not died. THE RECOVERY OF MISS JESSY LEWARS. BUT rarely seen since Nature's birth, The natives of the sky; TO DR. MAXWELL, ON MISS JESSY STAIG'S RECOVERY. MAXWELL, if merit here you crave, You save fair Jessy from the grave? |