[Notes] the cat; rat soul; clutch salt IV Then that curst carmagnole, Auld Satan, Our sinfu' saul to get a claut on Wi' felon ire; Syne, whip! his tail ye'll ne'er cast saut on— send us wild Then weft Ah Nick! Ah Nick! it is na fair, Syne weave, unseen, thy spider snare O' Hell's damned waft! itches certain VI Poor Man, the flie, aft bizzes by, Already in thy fancy's eye Thy sicker treasure! topsy-turvy tongs [for singeing] VII Soon, heels o'er gowdie, in he gangs, Thy girnin laugh enjoys his pangs And murdering wrestle, As, dangling in the wind, he hangs A gibbet's tassle. VIII But lest you think I am uncivil grinning To plague you with this draunting drivel, tedious I quat my pen : quit The Lord preserve us frae the Devil! Amen! Amen! TO MISS JESSIE LEWARS THINE be the volumes, Jessie fair, June 26th, 1796 INSCRIPTION WRITTEN ON THE BLANK LEAF OF A COPY OF THE LAST EDITION OF MY POEMS, PRESENTED TO THE LADY WHOM, IN SO MANY FICTITIOUS REVERIES OF PASSION, BUT WITH THE MOST ARDENT SENTIMENTS OF REAL FRIENDSHIP, I HAVE SO OFTEN SUNG UNDER THE NAME OF CHLORIS I "TIs Friendship's pledge, my young, fair Friend, Nor thou the gift refuse; Nor with unwilling ear attend The moralising Muse. II Since thou in all thy youth and charms Must bid the world adieu (A world 'gainst peace in constant arms), To join the friendly few; III Since, thy gay morn of life o'ercast, Chill came the tempest's lour (And ne'er Misfortune's eastern blast Did nip a fairer flower); IV Since life's gay scenes must charm no more: Still much is left behind, Still nobler wealth hast thou in store The comforts of the mind! V Thine is the self-approving glow VI The joys refin'd of sense and taste, And doubly were the Poet blest, Une Bagatelle de l'Amitié COILA THEATRICAL PIECES PROLOGUE SPOKEN BY MR. WOODS ON HIS BENEFIT NIGHT, WHEN by a generous Public's kind acclaim Poor is the task to please a barb'rous throng: That can inform the mind or mend the heart, |