But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flower, it's bloom is shed; Or, like the snow-fall in the river, A moment white, then melts forever.

Affliction's sons are brothers in distress; A brother to relieve, how exquisite the bliss!

The heart that is generous and kind most resembles God.

Some hae meat and canna eat, And some wad eat that want it, But we hae meat and we can eat, And sae the Lord be thankit.

The snowdrop and primrose our woodlands adorn, and violets bathe in the wet o' the morn.

Pleasures are like poppies spread: You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed.

His locked, lettered, braw brass collar, Shewed him the gentleman and scholar.