O could I give thee India’s wealth,
As I this trifle send;
Because thy joy in both would be
To share them with a friend.

Butgolden sands did never grace
The Heliconian stream;
Then take what gold could never buy-
Anhonest bard’s esteem.

Rhyming Reply To A Note From Captain Riddell

Dear, Sir, at ony time ortide,
I’d rather sit wi’ you than ride,
Though ’twere wi’royal Geordie:
And trowth, your kindness, soon and late,
Aftgars me to mysel’ look blate-
The Lord in Heav’n reward ye!

R. Burns.
Ellisland.