Love's first snow-drop, virgin kiss.

Then gently scan your brother man, Still gentler sister woman; Though they may gang a kennin' wrang, To step aside is human.

When matters are desperate we must put on a desperate face.

To make three guineas do the work of five.

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?

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.

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