LINES WRITTEN UNDER THE PICTURE OF THE CELEBRATED MISS BURNS. CEASE, ye prudes, your envious railing, Lovely Burns has charms-confess : 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, So whip! at the summons, old Satan came flying; But when he approach'd where poor Francis lay moaning, By God, I'll want 'im, ere I take such a damnable load.' EPIGRAM ON ELPHINSTONE'S TRANSLATION OF MARTIAL'S EPIGRAMS. O THOU whom Poetry abhors, Whom Prose had turned out of doors, Heard'st thou that groan?-proceed no further, 'Twas laurel'd Martial roaring murther. EPITAPH ON A COUNTRY LAIRD, NOT QUITE SO WISE AS SOLOMON. BLESS Jesus Christ, O Cardoness, For had he said, 'The soul alone Alas, alas! O Cardoness, Then thou hadst slept for ever! EPITAPH ON A NOISY POLEMIC. BELOW thir stanes lie Jamie's banes : Thou ne'er took such a bleth'rin' bitch EPITAPH ON WEE JOHNNY. Hic jacet wee Johnny. WHOE'ER thou art, O reader, know An' here his body lies fu' low For saul he ne'er had ony. EPITAPH ON A CELEBRATED RULING ELDER. HERE Sowter Hood in Death does sleep; To Hell, if he's gane thither, Satan, gie him thy gear to keep, He'll haud it weel thegither. EPITAPH FOR ROBERT AIKEN, ESQ. KNOW thou, O stranger to the fame EPITAPH FOR GAVIN HAMILTON, ESQ. THE poor man weeps-here Gavin sleeps, A BARD'S Is there a whim-inspired fool, EPITAPH. Is there a Bard of rustic song, EPITAPH ON A PERSON NICKNAMED 'THE MARQUIS,' WHO DESIRED BURNS TO WRITE ONE ON HIM. HERE lies a mock Marquis whose titles were shamm'd, EPIGRAM. WHEN -, deceased, to the devil went down, LINES INSCRIBED ON A PLATTER. My blessings on ye, honest wife, I ne'er was here before: Ye've wealth o' gear for spoon and knife Heart could not wish for more. ΤΟ Heaven keep you clear of sturt and Till far ayont four score, |