Auld Nature swears the lovely dears Her noblest work she classes, O; Her 'prentice han' she tried on man, And then she made the lasses, O!

Learn taciturnity and let that be your motto!

Wee, sleekit, cowrin, tim'rous beastie, O, what a panic's in thy breastie!

Your lines, I maintain it, are poetry, and good poetry.... Friendship... had I been so blest as to have met with you in time, might have led me - God of love only knows where.

My heart is sair-I dare na tell, My heart is sair for Somebody.

All my fears and cares are of this world; if there is another, an honest man has nothing to fear from it.

Dweller in yon dungeon dark, Hangman of creation, mark! Who in widow weeds appears, Laden with unhonoured years, Noosing with care a bursting purse, Baited with many a deadly curse?