The Epitaph
Here lies, now a prey to insulting neglect, What once was a butterfly, gay in life's beam: Want only of wisdom denied her respect, Want only of goodness denied her esteem.
On John Bushby, Esq., Tinwald Downs
Here lies John Bushby-honest man, Cheat him, Devil-if you can!
The Lover’s Morning Salute To His Mistress
Sleep'st thou, or wak'st thou, fairest creature? Rosy morn now lifts his eye, Numbering ilka bud which Nature Waters wi' the tears o' joy. Now, to the streaming fountain, Orup the heathy mountain, The hart, hind, and roe, freely, wildly-wanton stray; In twining hazel bowers, Its lay the linnet pours, The laverockto the sky Ascends,
On Seeing Mrs. Kemble In Yarico
Kemble, thou cur'st my unbelief For Moses and his rod; At Yarico's sweet nor of grief The rockwith tears had flow'd.
The Minstrel At Lincluden
As I stood by yonroofless tower, Where the wa'flow'r scents the dery air, Where the howletmourns in her ivy bower, And tells the midnight moon her care. Chorus-A lassie all alone, was making her moan, Lamenting our lads beyond the sea: In the bluidywars they fa', and our honour's ganean'a', And broken-hearted we maundie. The
On Wm. Graham, Esq., Of Mossknowe
"Stop thief!" dame Nature call'd to Death, As Willy drew his latest breath; How shall I make a fool again? My choicest model thou hast ta'en.
Pinned To Mrs. Walter Riddell’s Carriage
If you rattle along like your Mistress' tongue, Your speed will outrival the dart; Buta fly for your load, you'll break down on the road, If your stuff be as rotten's her heart.
Pretty Peg
As I gaedup byyon gate-end, When day was waxin' weary, Whadid I meet come down the street, Butpretty Peg, my dearie! Her airsaesweet, an'shape complete, Wi' naeproportion wanting, The Queen of Love did never move Wi' motion mairenchanting. Wi'linked hands we took the sands, Adown yonwinding river; Oh, that sweet hour and shady bower, Forget