THE LIBRARY 
 
 OF 
 
 THE UNIVERSITY 
 
 OF CALIFORNIA 
 
 LOS ANGELES
 
 POEMS, 
 
 IN 
 
 ENGLISH, SCOTCH, and LATIN. 
 
 Majores majora fonent ; mihi parva locuto 
 Sufficit in veftras faspe redire maaus. 
 
 Mart. 
 
 PAISLEY: 
 
 PRINTED BY J. NEILSON, FOR THE AUTHOR, 
 1794.
 
 
 PREFACE. 
 
 1 HAVE now, gentle Reader, arrived 
 at that flage, of an Authors progrefs, 
 where Dedications, and Prefaces, and 
 Mottos, and half-length Prints of the 
 Author come to be thought of. De- 
 dications I hate. They are in general 
 compounds of lies and flattery; and 
 befides, I have no friends among the 
 great. I have feveral in the lefs con- 
 fpicuous (for I do not call them the 
 
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 inferior) orders of life : but 1 am averfe 
 to involve them in any fhare of that 
 mortification to which, perhaps, my 
 prefent attempt will fubject me. As 
 to the half-length Print of the Au- 
 thor, were I to behold my figure 
 
 fluck up as a frontifpiece to this vo- 
 lume, I mould be apt to confider my- 
 felf as expofed on a kind of pillory, 
 with the Title-page by way of Label 
 to denote my crime, and the Poems 
 themfelves as the Corpus delicli hung 
 round my neck. 
 
 For thefe weighty reafons I have 
 determined neither to expofe my friend
 
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 in a dedication, nor myfelf in a print : 
 and for others, equally weighty, I have 
 refolved to write this Preface. 
 
 Without further preface, then, to the 
 preface, I think it proper to mention, 
 by way of apology, fuch as it is, for 
 the many defects obfervable in the 
 following Poems, that the only cor- 
 rections which they have received, are 
 fuch as my own judgment has fuggeft- 
 ed. So little indeed have I been guilty 
 of ihewing or reciting my verfes to 
 friends, (the common vice of poetafters) 
 that I am fcarcely indebted to any bo- 
 dy for a fingle hint or advice.
 
 [ vi ] 
 
 I fhall perhaps be accufed of pre- 
 fumption, in offering a book to the 
 public view, without having taken the 
 advantage of private criticifm and cor- 
 rection. The truth is, inconfiftent as 
 it may feem with my prefent teme- 
 rity I never had the face to afk any 
 one to undertake the embarrafling, 
 and almod incompatible offices of 
 Critic and Friend. 
 
 Perhaps too, fome fmall degree of 
 malevolent perfonality will be imput- 
 ed to me. I anfwer, that I have not 
 attacked any characters but fuch as 
 are either notorioufly profligate, or un- 
 principled, or avaricious. I have been
 
 [ vii ] 
 
 ftimulated, not by malevolence, but 
 indignation ; 
 
 Si natura negat, facit indignatio verfum. 
 
 Juvenal. 
 
 My attempts in Latin Verfe I fub- 
 mit to the perufal of the learned (if I 
 may hope for that honour) with the 
 utmoft heiitation and diffidence. I 
 have already, from time to time, dif- 
 covered feveral metrical errors ; and I 
 am afraid fome may have itill efcaped 
 my obfervation. What adds to my 
 apprehenfion on this head, is, that I 
 have been obliged to depend folely and 
 entirely on my own accuracy; for I
 
 [ viii 1 
 
 am not in habits of intimacy with a 
 fingle perfon who underflands the me- 
 chanifm of Latin verfe half fo well as 
 myfelf. 
 
 With regard to the Imitations of 
 Horace, I may anticipate an obvious 
 criticifm ; namely, that there is much 
 of the travejii in them. I own that there 
 is, and fay fo much the better. The 
 drefs, which I have chofen for them, 
 is the broad Scottifh dialect ; and it ap- 
 pears here, I flatter myfelf, in more 
 purity, with more of the true Scottifh 
 idiom, and with a fmaller mixture of 
 Englifh, than in moll other perform- 
 ances that pafs under the name of 
 Poems in the Scottifh dialecl.
 
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 And now, gentle Reader, if after 
 perufing the following little volume, 
 or any part of it, thou ihouldft find 
 thyfelf more difpofed to condemn than 
 approve, pronounce fentence, I befeech 
 thee, with as little afperity as the na- 
 ture of the offence feems to merit, 
 Thunder not forth the harm epithets 
 -blockhead, fool, puppy, upon my 
 
 offending head or ftupid, quaint, 
 
 childifh, againfl my harmlcfs book. 
 Confider that, if I have written invita 
 Minerva, the lofs has been my own ; 
 if with her afTent, ftill my Pcgafus 
 
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 (like the Trojan horfe) is at beft the 
 ; " donum exitiak Minervse." 
 
 VlRG.
 
 CONTENTS. 
 
 QPRING, 17 
 
 Summer, 24 
 
 The Minor Poets, 28 
 
 An EfTay on Dog, 29 
 
 The Poet's Addrefs to his New Book, 35 
 
 Fragments of a Poem on Duelling, 38 
 
 TheRedbreaft, 41 
 
 On Burns the Scottifh Poet, 43 
 
 To the Moon, 46 
 
 To Care, 47 
 
 To Delia, - 48 
 
 On D d H e, 50 
 
 An unanfwerable Argument for the Slave Trade, 5 1 
 
 On the Death of a Friend, 52 
 Epiftle from a poor blind Cobler to a rich Candle-maker, 53 
 
 TheWifhes, . 56
 
 I xii J 
 
 The hiftory of J. B. 58 
 
 Lines written in a bathing machine, 61 
 
 On feeing Sir Jamie purchafe a jeft book, 64 
 
 Gretna -Green, 65 
 
 Advice to the Bee, 66 
 
 The Poet's laft Will and Teftamant ; or a Dialogue 
 
 with the Notary, 67 
 
 Cloaclna's complaint to the College of Clutha, 68 
 
 Jus Divinum, 72. 
 
 England's faithfulnefs to her faithful Allies ; or, the 
 
 Monopoly of the river Scheldt fupported, 73 
 
 A gentle Emetic, or conjugal falute by a jovial wife, 74 
 
 To Lucinda abfent, or the miraculous magnet, 75 
 To the Ladies of Edinburgh. Directions for a windy 
 
 Day, 76 
 
 pefpair, by a Dutch Lover, 77 
 
 The Harp, .- 78 
 
 On feeing a Lady drop her Garter, 80 
 
 To a Lady who lent me her Fan during a Storm of 
 
 Lightning, 7 81
 
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 Apology to the fame Lady for allowing her Fan to 
 
 be wet by the rain, 82 
 An improvement on the Art of Poetry, fuggefted 
 
 and exemplified, -84 
 
 To a Lady, on her feeming vain of her black eyes, 85 
 
 On the Death of a Lady, - 86 
 
 Clemency, 87 
 
 IMITATIONS AND TRANSLATIONS. 
 
 Horace, Lib. 1. Epift 5. . 91 
 
 Horace, Ode 12. Lib. 4. - 99 
 
 Horace, Epift. 20. Lib. 1. r 105 
 
 Four Lines from Sappho to Phaon Ovid, 1 1 2 
 
 Epigramma G. Buchanani, ; 113 
 
 VERSES IN LATIN. 
 The Mufe's expoftulation and advice, 117 
 Porcus et Achates, 121 
 Balneum, five Mundities Anglicana, 129 
 To a Moufe (from Burns' Poems) tranflated into La- 
 tin Verfe, 139
 
 ERRATA. 
 
 P. 22. 1. I. For wit, read with, 
 
 32. 7. For thou, read thee. 
 
 103. 5. For frien's, read friens. 
 
 j 04. 5. For defcendere, read difcedere. 
 
 7. For the fecond gw/, read jjw/V. 
 
 112. Tor Sapho, read Sappho.
 
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 ( i7 ) 
 
 SPRING. 
 
 J_ HE hill, the dale, the woodland, and the ftream,. 
 Of various bards have been th' unvaried theme. 
 If then, of hill, dale, wood, and ftream I write, 
 Will not the fated reader cry 'Tis trite ? 
 The field is reap'd I muft, alas, admit ; , 
 But ftill the laws of God and Man permit 
 The gleaner, following the reaper band, 
 To fill with fcatter'd ears his meagre hand. 
 To rural fcenes I raife my feeble voice : 
 O were my life thus fubjecl: to my choice ! 
 
 If heaven my weary hopes fhould ever crown 
 With leave to fly the bufy buftling town, 
 In Scottifli glen low fliall my dwelling ftand, 
 With tangling woods and fhallow brooks at hand,
 
 ( i8 ) 
 
 And garden fenced with hedge of eglantine 
 And hawthorn interfpers'd with fweet woodbine : 
 My roof not high, my parlour warm and clean, 
 With windows fmall, and learned fherves between^ 
 Where Cowper, Barbauld, Burns may find a place, 
 And even Virgil dare to fhew his face : 
 A cottage, not a caftle, is my prayer ; 
 O may't not be a cottage in the air ! 
 And you, to whom the real blifs belongs, 
 While I but clafp the fhadow in my fongs, 
 Learn, nor defpife inftruclion tho* in rhyme, 
 How to enjoy, not kill the fleeting time. 
 
 When April ftrewsthe woods with primrofe flowers, 
 When oft the day is dimm'd with hovering fhowers, 
 When cuckoo birds repeat th' unchanging fong, 
 And muddy rivers fluggifh fteal along, 
 The wat'ry wiles now long difus'd prepare, 
 Unloofe the ravell'd line with patient care,
 
 ( 19 ) 
 
 Fix well the hook, then dip the faplefs wand, 
 
 * 
 And throw the line athwart with waving hand. 
 
 Slowly it glides down with the dufky flood, 
 
 Bearing along the fatal treacherous food. 
 
 It finks it finks again but do not pull ; 
 
 'Tis but the nibbling of fome fportive fool : 
 
 Wait cautious till the floating fignal dive, 
 
 Now gently pull, O do not rafhly drive ; 
 
 The {lender wand to every motion bends, 
 
 And yielding, in a drooping crefcent ends : 
 
 Soon on the bank the ftruggling captive lies, 
 
 Then in the wicker prifon gafping dies. 
 
 But if thy fkill fuch humble fport deride, 
 Wait until when the fwollen flreams fubfide, 
 Till when the fwallows fkim along the flood 
 And flitting zig-zag catch the infect brood. 
 O'er night the mimic flies arrange with care, 
 The brown, the gray, the gilded, and the fair,
 
 ( 2 ) 
 
 With earlieft dawn up from thy flumbers fpring. 
 Ere yet the morning birds begin to fing : 
 And O leave not behind th' unweeting boy, 
 Nor cheat him dreaming of the promis'd joy j 
 o roufe him gently, fee him fieeping fmile, 
 Then, if thou canft, his wak'ning hopes beguile: 
 Thy fteps he'll follow grateful and fubmifs, 
 Study thy looks, and fear to do amifs. 
 But feigning angry mien, and wrathful tone, 
 Command the rambling fpaniel to be gone; 
 Then lightly fkiiF along the dewy plain, 
 Until the mifly river's fide you gain. 
 If there fuccefs you wim, obferve this rule, 
 Where ends the dream and where begins the pool 
 Let the wing'd lure among the eddies play 
 And dancing round delude the fpeckled prey. 
 Beware be not impatiently rafh, 
 Nor fretfully the harmlefs furface lafh ; 
 The limber line with wary motion throw, 
 Let k fall gently like a flake of mow,
 
 C * ) 
 
 Which filent melts as on the ftream it lights 
 And with the wat'ry element unites : 
 And ftill be mindful of the heedlefs eye 
 Of the fmall wight who playful fitteth nigh. 
 So fhall your arts a noble prize delude, 
 So the huge trout fhall fnatch the feeming food. 
 See how he (hoots along ftretching the line : 
 Indulge his way, do not his force confine* 
 Fainter and fainter efforts ftill are try'd, 
 Till on the ftream floats his enamell'd fide ; 
 Pulled flow afhore, he pants with frequent gafp, 
 And dyes the little hands that fcarce around him clafp> 
 
 'Neath flood-fcoopM rocks, and thro' deep track- 
 lefs dells, 
 Where fairies haunt, (as village rumour tells) 
 Where oft is heard the boding fcreech-o wl's fcream, 
 Upward you trace the flowly leflening ftream. 
 Begins the fun now downward to defcend, 
 Now more and more the trees their fhades extend :
 
 ( 22 ) 
 
 Tir'd of fuccefs, and loaded wit the fpoil, 
 Homeward acrofs the furrow'd fields you toil. 
 Your watchful dog afar your coming fpies, 
 Soon at your feet the crouching fuppliant lies. 
 
 If to the dreams one day you thus allot, 
 The two that follow to the Mufe devote : 
 Lift to the. fong of the Mseonian fwan, 
 The fall of Troy, the much-enduring Man 
 "Who wrought her fall : or, if the Mantuan ftrain 
 In pleafing rapture all your foul detain, 
 JBlefs bounteous Heaven that form'd you to enjoy 
 Pleafures fo pure, pleafures without alloy. 
 But long in fields of fiction do not rove, 
 Nor always lounge in the poetic grove : 
 Let tales of real life your mind engage, 
 And fearch for truth in the hiftoric page. 
 
 While yet 'tis fpring, I to the tardy team 
 Refort full oft, and fee the ploughfhare gleam ;
 
 ( *3 ) 
 
 With clay-clogg'd feet cumber'd I walk along, 
 Beneath the muiic of the Laverok's fong, 
 The while the fower fleps, with waving hand 
 And Jpaded flieet, along the furrow'd land.
 
 ( 24 ) 
 
 SUMMER. 
 
 X ALE primrofes among the woods decay, 
 
 And hyacinths bedeck fweet fmiling May ; 
 
 The blackbird chaunts upon the full blown thorn, 
 
 And all the woodland chorus cheers the morn. 
 
 Now to the dewy hill direct thy way, 
 
 The varied plain with grateful eye furvey, 
 
 And view the windings of the hidden ftream, 
 
 Where mifty wreaths lurk from the rifing beam. 
 
 Behold the diftant city's fmoky fhroud, 
 
 Where dim-feen fpires peep thro' the brooding cloud: 
 
 Compare thy lot with theirs who yonder toil, 
 
 Whofe life is one inceffant fore turmoil, 
 
 Who only once in feven long days inhale, 
 
 In fhort excurfion, the cool weftern gale. 
 
 For me how feldom are my wiflies crown'd 
 
 With leave to fly the flunning, dizzying found !
 
 ( *5 ) 
 
 And when indulg'd, how fleeting the fojourn ! 
 How foon by whifpering care urg'd to return ! 
 The captive bird, thus from the cage fet free, 
 Flies to the grove and flits from tree to tree ; 
 Each dell, each bofky bourne he loves to range, 
 Rejoicing in the life-renewing change : 
 But all unus'd to feek the woodland fare, 
 Or to endure the midnights chilling air, 
 Back to his prifon he forfakes the wood, 
 And, ah ! too common, freedom fells for food. 
 
 While yet the dew-drop gliders in the fliade, 
 Ere yet the fun-beams reach the hidden glade, 
 The aged labourer quits his morning toil, 
 His well-worn fpade fix'd in th' inverted foil. 
 Afar his little boy, pleas'd he defcries, 
 Who light of heart faft from the village hies ; 
 In this hand hangs a fcrip, in that a pail, 
 The frugal difhes of his parent's meal : 
 
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 ( 26 ) 
 
 The fimple viands or the grafs are fpread, 
 The fire uncovers flow his hoary head, 
 And grateful to his God and Father pays 
 His humble homage and unfeigned praife, 
 To him who to the ravens gave command 
 To feed his fervant in the defert land. 
 This man had fought in fields beftrewn with dead, 
 And in his thanklefs country's caufe had bled, 
 For them who roll in eafe without one thought 
 Of all the woe with which that eafe is bought j 
 Who gorge remorfelefs at the coftly feaft 
 What would a ftarving family make bleft ; 
 Who feize the widow's mite when in arrear, 
 Stern and relentlefs to the pleading tear, 
 Then, if they give a tefter to the poor, 
 Believe the generous deed will heaven fecure j 
 And think that what thus to the Lord is lent 
 Will be repaid with intereft cent, per cent. 
 Ye fordid, pitiful, low. grovelling things, 
 Go grind the poor, go lick the dud to kings.
 
 ( *7 ) 
 
 Refiftlefs heat broods o'er the thirfly plains ; 
 Among the woods a liftlefs filence reigns ; 
 The drooping bird no longer loves to fing, 
 But quits the branch and laves its fluttering wing ; 
 The beggar leaves the road, embrown'd with duft, 
 And in the fhaded fountain foaks his cruft : 
 To the hoarfe-babbling brook the poet ftrays, 
 Or loves to lofe himfelf far 'mid the greenwood's 
 
 maze. 
 Let me the river's dazzling glare avoid, 
 And lay me on the ftreamlet's fliady fide, 
 So narrow on the farther bank I fee 
 Humming from flower to flower the devious bee, 
 While grafhoppers, with intermitting voice, 
 Raife all around a feeble, chirping noife.
 
 ( 28 ) 
 
 TE 
 
 MINOR POETS. 
 
 X OETS ! to what fhall I referable 'em ? 
 The Cuckoo is their proper emblem. 
 "While other birds are building nefts 
 Her idle windpipe never refts. 
 Like her, without or houfe or home, 
 The vagrant race of Poets roam. 
 Like her their fav'rite theme is fpring, 
 'Tis then they make the vallies ring; 
 Hers too's a fleeting (hort-liv'd lay, 
 The Poet's feldom lafts a day j 
 And there's as much (believe a brother) 
 Variety in one as t'other.
 
 ( *9 ) 
 
 ESSAY ON DOG, 
 
 Part Firft. 
 
 ARCUMEN T. 
 
 Invocation addrejed to Pompey Of Dog in the Abflra& The MajliffTbe 
 Shepherd's Dog The Town Dog The Pointer. 
 
 " Awake my St. John, leave all meaner things 
 " To low ambition, and the pride of Kings." 
 
 Pope's Effay on Man. 
 
 Jl\ WAKE, my Pompey, make thy pliant ears, 
 
 And liften to my fong, a fong of thee, 
 
 And of Dogkind. Enough has now been fung 
 
 By man, that egotift, himfelf the theme. 
 
 An humbler fubjecl for my ftrains I chufe, 
 
 Strains unadorn'd with harmony of rhyme : 
 
 I fing the poor man's never-changing friend,
 
 ( 3 ) 
 
 The friend ftill true when all have turn'd their back ; 
 If profperous his lot, fubmiflive ftill, 
 Or if adverfe, not knowing to repine ; 
 Content whether he eat the rich man's bread, 
 Or the blind beggar lead from door to door. 
 
 Miftaken man, thou call'ft thy foe a dog, 
 
 This his fuppos'd reproach, his greateft praife. 
 
 If dogs in language could their thoughts impart, 
 
 Mayhap they'd call a vicious cur a man. 
 
 Nor think the difference great 'twixt thee and him : 
 
 Like man, " he reafons not contemptibly j" 
 
 He loves, he hates, he robs, he fleals, 
 
 And, had he gift of fpeech, perhaps he'd lie. 
 
 Yea, too, full oft he pifleth 'gainft the wall, 
 
 Ancient criterion of the human kind*. 
 
 And as in characters of men is feen 
 
 Diverfity of fhades, fo 'tis in Dogs, 
 
 From the huge houfe-dog to the lap-dog fmall. 
 
 Clofe by his box the fent'nel maftifflies : 
 
 * I Kings xvi. II.
 
 ( 3' ) 
 
 His head couch'd 'twixt his paws he fcarcely deigns 
 To turn, but rolls his fcowling eyes alkance; 
 The quaking paflengei*, afTuming looks 
 Of carelefs boldnefs, fearful moves along, 
 But fudden at the fmalleft growl he ftarts ; 
 The monfter ftrives to break his rattling chain ; 
 Poor Have ! by flav'ry render'd ftill more fierce. 
 
 Fam'd for a race of dogs are Tweed's bly the braes 
 And hills green to the fummit. Sweetly there 
 The fhepherd tunes his reed to Scotia's lays, 
 Until the downward fun has left the glens 
 Tinging the mountain tops ; then at a word 
 His faithful dog, cautious, with circuit wide, 
 Wears in the ftraying flock. They to the fold 
 Wend leifurely along, where fafe mut in, 
 With gate that erft had harrow'd fruitful fields, 
 Old now and of its teeth difarm'd, peaceful they reft. 
 O happy you, the happieft of your kind,
 
 ( 3* ) 
 
 Ye fliepherds dogs ! if ye but knew your blifs *. 
 What, Luath, tho' thy fare be fcant and poor, 
 Tho' at the good-wife's churn thou'rt fain to watch, 
 And lick the frothy drops that fall around : 
 Yet peace fecure, and Ikep in fun or fhade, 
 And hill and dale, and wood, and ftream are thine. 
 Far happier thou, I ween, than city cur. 
 No knavifti boys delude thee with a craft, 
 Whilft to thy tail they fix the rattling pan : 
 And when old age fhall cripple all thy joints, 
 Thou'lt not be fet adrift to fteal for food, 
 Like the poor negro-flave outcafl and helplefs ; 
 Nor from the bridge, with (tone hung round thy neck, 
 Wilt thou by unrelenting hand be thrown. 
 
 * O fortunatos nimium fua G bona norint 
 Agricolas! - 
 
 At fecura quies, et nefcia fallere vita, 
 Dives opum variarum; at latis otia fundis, 
 Speluncx, vivique lacus; atfrigida tempe, 
 Mugitufquc boum, mollefquc fub arborc fomni 
 Non abfunt ! 
 
 Vjrg. Gcor. n.
 
 . ( 33 ) 
 
 Of clog and man the depth of mifery 
 In cities flill is found. Oft have 1 feen, 
 On wintry morn, in tatter'd weeds a wretch 
 Picking the cinders from the dunghill heaps, 
 And ihivering at the felf-fame fpot her dog 
 Scraping for bones ; when happy if he find 
 The wifh'd-for prize, fearful he fkulks away 
 And in fome hidden nook enjoys the feaft, 
 Unlefs perchance, growling with tufks difplay'd 
 Some ftronger pirate meet him by the way, ' 
 Andfeize the morfel from his trembling jaw. 
 
 What tho' with blinding fnows the fhepherd's dog 
 Muft ftruggle oft, driving the famiuYd flock 
 Round from the fatal fhelter of the hill, 
 Where wreaths on wreaths fmooth up the trea- 
 cherous glen : 
 At night his toils are o'er ; and bafking warm 
 Before the blazing fire he dries his jetty coat. 
 
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 ( 34 ) 
 
 See o'er the ftubble ridge the Pointer range: 
 This wav and that he traverfes the field. 
 Sudden- with eager look and cautious ftep 
 Couring he creeps, till ftiffen'd all at once, 
 With lifted foot quite motionlefs he (lands. 
 The fpotfman onward moves with throbbing heart. 
 Down comes the whirring pinion to the ground. 
 But barbarous joys delight me now no more ; 
 Fly rather, Pompey, to my Delia's bowers ; 
 Say, does me fmiling take thy proffer'd paw, 
 Nor chide thee, tho' thou foil her fnow-white dole, 
 Stroaking with gentle hand thy fpotted head ?
 
 ( 35 ) 
 
 POET'S ADDRESS 
 
 TO HIS NEW BOOK. 
 
 I'VE thrown thee, friend, into the ftream of fame j 
 To fink or fwim depends all on thyfelf. 
 O may'ft thou, as th' Orphean lyre of old, 
 When gliding down th Ifmenian river's ftream* 
 Call forth the echoes from their twilight grots, 
 And make the banks thy melody refound. 
 May ne'er thy page be injur'd by the flood, 
 But like the fwan's fair breaft remain undrench'd, 
 As rowing down the filver tide he charms 
 With fweeteft ravifhment the liftening woods.
 
 ( 36 ) 
 
 Still be thy fate as various as thy theme, 
 Read by the rich, the poor, the high, the low, 
 The grave, the gay, the poliuYd, and the rude ; 
 One while in hands as fair as was thy leaf 
 Ere yet my Mufe had ftain'd it with her fcrawl ; 
 Anon foil'd by fome fagely-fnuffing fool, 
 Mayhap befprinkled by his boifterous fneeze. 
 
 Chiefly to youth and beauty pay thy court, 
 And competence flill willing to be pleafed : 
 And, while I ftruggle thro' the juftling crowd, 
 Be thou at eafe reclin'd with brother bards 
 In parlour fnug, far from the dufty fhelf. 
 And, O ! what tranfport would it be to think, 
 That, like the fong of the Mceonian bard 
 Beneath the conquering Macedonian's head, 
 Thou all below th' Elyfian pillow lay 
 Of her, whofe eyes mere iafting conquefts gain 
 Than did the furious* fword of Amnion's fon ! 
 Or may fhe leaning on fomc flowery bank,
 
 ( 37 ) 
 
 With fweet approving eye fhine on thy page, 
 And, when (he clofetli thee, fold 'twixt thy leaves, 
 The primrofe pale or purple violet, 
 To mark the page reluctant which flie left. 
 
 Ah me ! how vain are thefe afpiring hopes ! 
 Perhaps to fervile purpofes thou deftin'd art ; 
 And 'ftead of lighting flames in Delia's breaft, 
 Thou'lt only light her taper when fhe reads 
 Some hated rival's more engaging lay : 
 Perhaps a fate even ftill more vile awaits, 
 To clean the fuds from off the razors edge; 
 To wad the cruel murderous fowling-piece ; 
 Or damn'd to heaven thou'lt foar a paper kite ; 
 Or blaze a funeral pile for fingeing fowls. 
 If then, the paper, not the verfe is priz'd, 
 Go, happy, twitt my Delia's lovely locks, 
 And in her ringlets bound kifs that fweet neck, 
 That galaxy of every grace divine.
 
 C 38 ) 
 
 FRAGMENTS 
 
 OF A POEM ON DUELLING. 
 
 O AY, Mufe, what caufe fo forcible can make one 
 
 Expofe to powder and to ball one's bacon ? 
 
 For my poor part, I fay, and always faid, 
 
 That 'tis the fear of being thought afraid. 
 
 "What mighty folly to avenge the pains 
 
 Of trampled toe, at peril of one's brains ! 
 
 How impious in mortal man to fcatter 
 
 The facred contents of his Pia mater ! 
 
 But what my patience drives to the ne plus 
 
 Ultra, and would were I the man of Uz, 
 
 Is to confider that the fawning wretch 
 
 To whom fome Lordling calls gocarry fetch,
 
 ( 39 ) 
 
 The powder'd, perfum'd, pimping, prating varlet, 
 
 Prefuming on cockade and coat of fear let, 
 
 The flufter'd coward, wifhing to retrieve 
 
 The honour, which in battle he did leave, 
 
 By honour's laws may force the man of Rofs 
 
 To (take his Sterling worth againft their drofs ; 
 
 Or that fome ruin'd gambler, to avoid 
 
 The trouble and the crime of fuicide, 
 
 The beft of men with infult may provoke 
 
 At once to give and to receive the ftroke. 
 
 In gambling annals, was there ever known 
 The rich man's purfe againft the poor one's thrown 
 Quite by the flump ? Since then 'tis always found, 
 When money's rifk'd, that pound is ftak'd 'gainfl: 
 
 pound, 
 Shilling 'gainft milling, pennies againft pence, 
 Where's the confiftency with common fenfe, 
 That when life's ftak'd, all thought of worth's omitted, 
 And with a patriot a ftate fwindler pitted ?
 
 ( 4 ) 
 
 When,merit weigh'd, the odds were fairly laid 
 Were Charles' curl rifk'd 'gainft Billy's head. 
 
 ********* 
 
 And now behold depart on pious miflion 
 
 Yond B p vowing 'gainft his foes perdition, 
 
 Swearing by blood and wounds, hell-fire and 
 
 thunder, 
 That with the voice of four and twenty pounder 
 He'll foon convert the atheiftic tribe, 
 Make them the Athanafian creed fubfcribe, 
 Force them Te Deum on their knees to bellow, 
 And for their daily bread a wafer fwallow. 
 
 In order to prevent any mifconftru<5tion of thefe laft lines, it may be 
 proper to mention, that they were written with no view of conveying any 
 reflection againft religion, but folely with the view of cxpofing the wick- 
 ednefs and folly of attempting by force of arms, te re-eftablifh a fuptrjli- 
 tion, the abfurdity, nonfenfc, and blalphemy of which, joined, with the 
 ignorance, bigotry, cruelty, profligacy, atheifm, tyranny, and rapacity of 
 its priefls, have driven alinoft a whole nation to infidelity.
 
 ( 41 ) 
 
 REDBREASt 
 
 A O him who wades thro' autumn's leaf-ftrewn 
 paths, 
 Ere long to be as deep o'erlaid with mow, 
 Sweetly the Redbreaft mourns the parting year, 
 Sweetly with woodland melody he fooches 
 The favage breaft of man, his future hoft. 
 When falcon Winter hovers o'er the wood 
 He flies for refuge to the haunts of men ; 
 Firft to the trim-built ftack or bufy barn ; 
 But foon as Boreas drives along the plain 
 With fnow and blinding fleet, nearer he draws, 
 And from the window pecks the fprinkled crumbs } 
 Till bolder grown, as fiercer drifts the fiorm, 
 
 F
 
 ( 4* ) 
 
 Within tb* expecting threfliold he alights, 
 " And pays to trufted man his annual vifit." 
 
 Oft have I feen thee, in my boyilh days, 
 (Ere yet i knew the city's vain turmoil) 
 Perch'd on the diftafF of the houfemaid's wheel : 
 She fung of lovers faithlefs, maids undone, 
 Of faithful lovers, and of faithlefs feas, 
 Thy notes with her's in artlefs concert join'd. 
 Did ever fchool-boy rob poor Redbreaft's houfe ? 
 No fure : for well each thoughtlefs truant knows, 
 'Twas this fweet bird that left his neft half built, 
 And carrying leaf by leaf, from morn to eve, 
 Enwrapt the children in the wood forlorn, 
 All with a fragrant fliroud. At thought of this 
 [ The fpoiler's outftretch'd eager hand recoils, 
 Softly on tiptoe, hufh, he fleals away, 
 The dam afliduous fits, nor leaves her charge.
 
 ( 43 ) 
 
 QH 
 
 BURNS, 
 
 THE SCOTTISH POET. 
 
 " Ilk happing bird, wee helplefs thing, 
 " That in the merry months of fpring 
 " Delighted me to hear thee fing, 
 
 " What comes o' thee ? 
 " Whare doft thou cowr thy chittering wing 
 
 " Or clofe thy ee ?" 
 
 A Winter Night. BURNS. 
 
 X HE bard whofe fong ftill echoes in the vale, 
 The bard whofe fong each lovely tongue recites, 
 Is left to moil like men of common mould j 
 The fong ftill charms us ; but the bard's forgot. 
 'Tis thus the thrufh, fweet minftrel of the fpring, 
 His woodnotes wild pours from the milk-whitethorn j 
 But when ftern Winter chills the leaflefs grove,
 
 ( 44 ) 
 
 Shivering he's left to glean his fcanty food, 
 Nor ever is the woodland path beftrewn, 
 Save with intent to lure him to the fnare. 
 
 Ungrateful country ! ill-requited Burnsl 
 Shall he who fung, in Scotia's Doric lays, 
 " The lowly train in life s fequefter'd fcene," 
 Remain neglected in the fcene he paints, 
 And afk, perhaps in vain, " for leave to toil ?" 
 Shall, he who fung far fweeter than the lark, 
 When upward fpringing from the daify's fide 
 To greet the purpling eaft, 
 Be driven from the fields cheer'd by his fong ? 
 Who e'er with truth and yet with dignity 
 Like him rehears'd the annals of the poor ? 
 Did e'er religion half fo lovely feem 
 In temples, as in his low lonely cot ? 
 " Ihe Power incens d the pageant will defert, 
 " The pompous ttrain, the facerdotal ftole, 
 w And haply in fome cottage tar apart
 
 ( 45 ) 
 
 " May hear, well-pleas'd, the language of the foul ; 
 " And in his book of life the inmates poor inrol." 
 
 Ye patrons of the mighty dead, who ftrive 
 T' immortalize immortal Thomfon's name, 
 Rear not to angels mole-hill monuments, 
 While living merit owns no fheltering roof: 
 Rather would Thorn fon's gentle fpirit fee 
 A manfion rais'd for his neglected Burns, 
 Than gorgeous maufoleums for himfelf. 
 
 [Written feveral years ago.]
 
 ( 46 ) 
 
 MOON. 
 
 X? AIR filver Moon, while I the live long night 
 Wich fleeplefs eye gaze on thy pale-fac'd orb., 
 My thoughts on Delia fixt, thou, happy Moon ! 
 Doft thro' her cafement fhine, and filent Ileal 
 Kiffesfrom her unconfcious lovely lip. 
 Shine not fo bright, fweet Moon, thou'lt wake my 
 
 love ; 
 Soft veil thee in a fleecy limber cloud, 
 So may 'it thou view her charms in fleep more charm- 
 
 ing far, 
 Her eyes more beauteous now than when awake, 
 As flowers when fliut than fpreading to the fun.
 
 ( 47 ) 
 
 iro 
 
 CARE. 
 
 OnUG in the covert hid the panting hare 
 
 Lays fear alide and vainly thinks file's fafe ; 
 
 But foon th' approaching noife fwells in the gale : 
 
 So, Care, where'er I flee, clofe thou purfu'ft ; 
 
 Thro' city, country, crowd or folitude \ 
 
 Whether with wary ftep, Edina fair, 
 
 Along thy fragrant ftreet I cull my path 
 
 At morning hour ; or o'er the mifty lawn 
 
 Brulh thro' the glittering dew, and wake the larkj 
 
 Or penetrate at noon th' embowering wood. 
 
 Or if, (in happy but delufive dreams) 
 
 With Delia's lovely hand fall lock'd in mine, 
 
 I fee reflected from th' unruffled brook 
 
 All-beauteous the wat'ry image fmile, 
 
 Ev'n there thou thruft'ft thy lowring face between, 
 
 And bid'ft us part.
 
 C 48 ) 
 
 DELIA. 
 
 \wJUR old Scotch faints before a battle 
 Did with the Lord firft try their mettle 
 In prayer, (as the flory goes) 
 To blefs themfelves and curfe their foes j 
 Nay with him were fo very daring 
 As venture wreftling and fparring, 
 And at the laft turn'd fo expert 
 P th' fpiritual gymnaftic art, 
 That, laying by their ufelefs fwords, 
 They gain'd great victories by words. 
 Now if thofe blades durft with their Maker 
 Fight at pull, devil, and pull, baker, 
 Why may not I, O Goddefs fweet, 
 When bending fuppliant at thy feet.
 
 ( 49 ) 
 
 When prayer and pennance nought avail. 
 When humble filence ftill doth fail, 
 At one great throw adventure all, 
 And with thee boldly try a fall ?
 
 ( 50 ) 
 
 D D H -E. 
 
 OUBT every 'hing," the fceptic cries } 
 " To men, to books, no fifth is due :" 
 His Hiftory's fo fill'd with lies, 
 It almoil proves his doctrine true.
 
 (.( 5 1 )) 
 
 UNANSWERABLE ARGUMENT 
 
 FOR THE SLAVE TRADE. 
 
 iDAYS one to a merchant, " 'Tisfurely a crim e 
 " To fteal men, altho' from a tropical clime : 
 m Yes, Sir," fays the Merchant, " we'll own you 
 
 " are right, 
 " When once you've demonflrated black to be 
 
 " white."
 
 ( 5* ) 
 
 DEATH 
 
 QF A FRIEND. 
 
 JLjONG did he ftrive againft th' o'erwhelming 
 
 ftorm, 
 Long bear diftrefs in every varied form : 
 Hufh'd were the waves at laft, calm was his death, 
 Peaceful in fleep he did refign his breath ; 
 No watchful eye the parting moment kiiew, 
 Preaiiiing of heaven he wak'd the dream was true,.
 
 ( S3 ) 
 
 * Vindex avarae fraudis." Ho*. 
 
 EPISTLE 
 
 ?00R BLIND COBLER TO A RICH CANDLE-MAKER. 
 
 Let your light fo Ihine before men, that they may fee your good work* 
 and glorLy your Father which is in Heaven. 
 
 Matt. chap. V. v. l6. 
 
 JVloST reverend Sir, I'm truly vext 
 That you ftiould counteract my text ; 
 For tho* your works and candles ihine 
 With luftre glorious, yea divine, 
 Yet if folks eyes your bratlings blow out, 
 You may let one and t' other go out, 
 And henceforth and for ever ceafe 
 To dip in gofpel or in greafe.
 
 ( 54 ) 
 
 Your generous rffer, I muft own, 
 Surpafled expecla-ti-cn ; 
 For when you faw me robb'd of fight 
 You faid I mould not want for light, 
 And of complaint t y avoid all handle, 
 Agreed to give me coal and candle : 
 As for all other neceflanes, 
 You knew the bounty of the parifh. 
 You faid too, without any ftickling, 
 You'd fend me now and then fome cracklings 
 Which, though by fome thought only fit 
 For feeding watch-dog or turn-fpit, 
 Is, 1 muft own, quite good enough, 
 And of your charity ftrong proof. 
 To charity I know you truft 
 To fave your bacon at the laft : 
 You built a church and ferve the cure, 
 And rail againft the fcarlet whore. 
 But is not this to plea (e your pride? 
 It is the thing can't be denied :
 
 ( 55 ) 
 
 You think it mighty fine to gabble 
 
 To a half-witted, crazy rabble. 
 
 You preach the gofpel ro the poor, 
 
 Believing thus you'll heaven fecure, 
 
 Of fp'ritual food full liberal, 
 
 But fparing of the temporal. 
 
 Regardlefs of your time and pains 
 
 You ftufF and cram your hearers brains, 
 
 While their poor empty ftomachs grumble 
 
 "With many a woful hollow rumble. 
 
 But know fere long you'll know't too well) 
 
 That you may build baith kirk and mill, 
 
 May cant, and whine, exhort, and pray, 
 
 And yet be damn'd eternally. 
 
 Then, while you turn and tofs in limbo, 
 
 I'll fit and fmile with arms akimbo, 
 
 And when you afk a drop of water, 
 
 (You call this devilifh no matter,) 
 
 I'll tell you tauntingly, go fwallow 
 
 A ladleful of boiling tallow.
 
 C 56 ) 
 
 THE 
 
 WISHES. 
 
 * l O ubi campi 
 
 Sperchiufque, et virginibus bacchata Lacsnis 
 Taygeta ! O qui me gelidis in vallibus Hsemi 
 Sifbt, et ingenti ramorum protegat umbra ! 
 
 Viae. 
 
 WNCE Virgil on a fultry day 
 
 Did thus the gods invoke and pray, 
 
 <c O place me on the fhady fide 
 
 " Of Haemus, elfe 1 fhail be fry'd : 
 
 u Since Phaeton's days was never felt 
 
 Such heat ; the Devil's felf 'twould melt, 
 
 " The Dev'l who, like a falamander, 
 
 " Thro* flames with beard unfing'd doth wander."
 
 < 57 ) 
 
 When Phoebus' rays come down pell-mell, 
 Some modern bards figh for a well, 
 (In rhyming tongue yclep'd a fountain 
 Spouting from the breezy mountain.) 
 Some headlong rufli into the pool 
 Their fervid carcafes to cool. 
 Fair ladies long for Grampian fnows$ 
 There to dance with breechlefs beaux j 
 Nay fome would wear the philabeg, 
 Nor blufh to fhew a fnow-white leg, 
 Nor grudge to grant a trifling favour 
 To the gently kiffing zephyr, 
 Wer't not for tyrant Cuftom's laws, 
 Who rules the fex with iron paws. * 
 For me, tho* hot like Dives broiling, 
 Or a live lobfter fet a boiling, 
 No place there is I'd fooner pitch on, 
 Than that cool grot, Sir Jamie's kitchen* 
 
 H
 
 ( 5* ) 
 
 HISTORY OF J. B. 
 
 OR THE NEW METAMORPHOSIS. 
 
 Anfer in Hermnem. 
 
 According to Pythagoras's 
 
 Doctrine, fome men are chang'd to affes j 
 
 Geefe too are oft transformed to men, 
 
 And men to geefe as oft again. 
 
 In proof of this there's B s our friend, 
 
 A friend, tho* never known to lend. 
 
 His neck, which, like his purfe, is long, 
 
 Is now th' occafion of my fong. 
 
 This neck of his made fome rude fellows 
 
 Say, he had fure dropt from the gallo ws.
 
 ( 59 ) 
 
 He to refute fuch calumnies, 
 
 (Which as you'll hear were all damn'd lies) 
 
 Relates his wondrous tranfmigration, 
 
 Of which I give you this narration. 
 
 He tells how once he was a fwan, 
 
 How next he was transform'd to man, 
 
 How that his collar ftill retains 
 
 Of *ts ancient form fome faint remains. 
 
 He next unto his legs appeals, 
 
 Six inches fcarce 'twixt knee and heels : 
 
 And if his hearers ftart a doubt, 
 
 He raifes fuch a noife and rout ! 
 
 To's trowel feet he points in fury, 
 
 Prefumpio juris et de jure. 
 
 His ftory credit gain'd with fome, 
 Others believ'd it all a hum. 
 The truth had flill remain'd in doubt, 
 Had he not let the fecret out :
 
 ( 6o ) 
 
 His vanity lent him a fling, 
 Nothing would ferve him but he'd fing ; 
 He fung the fong that ft opt the Gauls 
 When clambering up the Roman walls.
 
 ( 6i ) 
 
 WRITTEN IN A 
 
 BATHING MACHINE. 
 
 U CARRIAGE of amphibious nature I 
 Suited to ply by land and water, 
 And, like the crab, with backward pace, 
 Thy former track again to trace ! 
 When to the founding fhore I go, 
 Snugly in thee myfelf I flow, 
 As in the horfe the crafty Greek 
 When on old Troy he play'd a trick : 
 Than him I purpofe to do more ; 
 He back d by many a valiant fcore, 
 Did only plunder Neptune's town, 
 I'll buffet Neptune's felf alone.
 
 ( 62 ) 
 
 Oft have I wifh'd, and wifli'd again, 
 And found my wiflies ftill in vain, 
 When trundling along the fand, 
 To have a hold of Delia's hand : 
 Oft have I proffcr'd up a prayer 
 Unto that goddefs wife and fair, 
 Who, for the fake of good example, 
 Chang'd Baucis* cot into a temple, 
 That me the only means would grant 
 Of making Delia's heart relent ; 
 That this fame jolting, juftling waggon, 
 In which fo clumfily I jog on, 
 She'd turn into a fplendid chariot, 
 Sole teft, in female eyes, of merit j 
 That fhe would change this meagre hack, 
 Whofe ribs are fymbols of his rack, 
 (For all within's fo empty quite, 
 That thro' them you may fee the light) 
 And for the ftumbling fcarecrow brute 
 Four fiery fteeds would fubftitute :
 
 ( 63 ) 
 
 Now, Delia, will you not confefs, 
 That if thofe things were brought to pais, 
 Sans farther fcruple you'd ftep in 
 And fly with me to Gretna Green ?
 
 ( 64 ) 
 
 ON SEEING 
 
 SIR JAMIE 
 
 PURCHASE A JEST BOOK. 
 
 O AY, Mufe, (for well thou canft I wot) 
 What charm has loos'd the Gordian knot 
 Of Jamie's purfe, the fage profound, 
 In field and forum both renown'd, 
 That purfe where captive millings pine, 
 Where copper fleeps as in the mine, 
 Unwak'd by Mifery's plaintive prayer : 
 Or, if a farthing 'fcape, 'tis rare. 
 Say, purfe, what could induce thy Lord 
 To draw a milling from his hoard ? * 
 Alas ! poor gentleman ! he's fmit 
 With paflion to be thought a wit, 
 But lacking brains that can fupply it, 
 He's forc'd, hard fate ! he's forc'd to buy it.
 
 ( 65 ) 
 
 GRETNA GREEN*. 
 
 -IN O more the foldier on the dewy turf, 
 
 With fhield-propt head, ftretches himfelf to reft j 
 
 Where once in furious fhock the battle clos'd, 
 
 Now rufh fond lovers into others arms ; 
 
 Soft fighs are heard where erft the trumpet blew j 
 
 The field of Mars is now the bed of love* 
 
 No more "the armourers accomplifhing the knights 
 
 " With bufy hammers clofing rivets up, 
 
 " Give dreadful note of preparation." 
 
 Far other arts the fon of Vulcan plies j 
 
 To rivet clofe the indiffoluble chain, 
 
 To beat the fpear into fweet Cupid's dart, 
 
 To fan Love's fires, to harnefs Venus' doves, 
 
 Thefe are thy toils, great Prieft of Gretoa Green. 
 
 * The place where the Scottifh army lay during the night before the 
 battle of Solway.
 
 ( 66 ) 
 
 ADVICE TO THE BEE* 
 
 XVXISTRESS Bee, when you hum, whether profe, 
 
 whether lyrics, 
 Whether cynical fatires, or puff'd panegyrics, 
 Pitch nor high, nor too low, ftill avoid in your tones 
 Th' ill-nature of wafps, and the dulnefs of drones. 
 
 A Periodical Publication under that Title.
 
 ( 6 7 ) 
 
 THE 
 
 POETS' LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT; 
 
 OR, A 
 
 DIALOGUE WITH THE NOTARY. 
 
 P. OlNCE Death, I now fee, will grant no reprieve, 
 To the heirs of, my body my fubftance I leave 
 In equal proportions. N. Your fubftance ! good Sir j 
 I never but where is it ? pray tell me where ? 
 And as for your heirs, I havefure been in bad luck, 
 For I thought you had none procreated in wedlock. 
 P. . My fubftance, d'ye fee Sir, 's thefe bones and 
 
 this fkin, 
 And tho' heirs I've had none, or in wedlock, or fin ; 
 Tho' none I have had matrimonii} ft ante, 
 Of pofthumous ones in the grave I'll have plenty.
 
 ( 68 ) 
 
 Q^F. R Q^S. 
 CLOACINA'S COMPLAINT 
 
 THE COLLEGE OF CLUTHA. 
 
 IN other Temples, lo, the tapers' ray- 
 Makes midnight almoft emulate the day; 
 Ev'n private fhrines the nightly lamp illumes, 
 And oily incenfe drowns mephitic fumes, 
 Witnefs that facred dome, fo fine, where John, 
 Seated with breeches off, yea, And arfe on, 
 Ponders and pores o ? er many a learned Work, 
 Reads Thomas Paine, and tears poor Edmund 
 Burke.
 
 ( 69 ) 
 
 But to my theme Soon as the wint'ry Sun, 
 
 His race nigh finifti'd ere 'tis well begun, 
 
 Sinks down to reft amidfl the Atlantic wave, 
 
 Here darknefs drear as in Cimmerian cave 
 
 Prevails. And, tho' 'tis chief at morning hour 
 
 My vot'ries come their orifons to pour, 
 
 Yet hither too fome pious fouls repair 
 
 To join with bended knee in evening pray'r : 
 
 Then, ah ! too oft the offerings, that are paid, 
 
 Not on my altar but my throne are laid. 
 
 Ev'n Porcus felf, tho' provident he keeps 
 
 A lantern burning, even while he fleeps, 
 
 Not retro in his poop but in his rojlrum, 
 
 Like Bardolph's, or as if 'twere flung by ceftrum, 
 
 Ev'n he (for oft this lamp of his untrimm'd 
 
 Sheds " a religious light," byyh^bedimm'd) 
 
 Ev'n Porcus felf with many a grunt and figh . 
 
 Commits miftakes, and leaves my fhrine a//y. 
 
 But 'tis not on my own account alone 
 
 That this moft juft complaint I here propone,
 
 ( 7 ) 
 
 Nor is it with intention to befpatter 
 
 My honour'J, venerable Alma Mater, 
 
 But (Jove juvante ) all to put a flop 
 
 To thofe mihhaps, which they who hither grope, 
 
 Oft meet withal. For who can unconcem'd 
 
 Behold a youth, with gown and hofe well darn'd, 
 
 (Ycjlina knte quite forgotten in 
 
 His hurry) fall, and cut both hofe and fliin ? 
 
 Miftake his exercife for taylor's bill, 
 
 Or '(lead of Homer tear his F y H 11, 
 
 Or make Meanderings of Fancy kifs 
 
 His breech inftead of Cafus Principis : 
 
 ('Twas darknefs thus made Jacob in idea 
 
 Kifs Rachel, while he kifs'd the blear'deyed Leah.) 
 
 O then, may you, to whom the power pertains 
 
 Of hindering fuch mifhaps, lift to my drains ; 
 
 A fuppliant Deity, O view with pity, 
 
 Who afks not tapers dipt in fpermaceti, 
 
 Who a(ks no patent lamp, no waxen light, 
 
 But, or fuch oil as Lufs's thrifty Knight
 
 ( 7i J 
 
 In drops, like laud'num, on his fallad fprinkles, 
 Or farthing candle, fuch as dimly twinkles 
 In's bottle, never turn'd to other ufe, 
 Save when it holds the currant's vinous juice, 
 Juice which doth gripe his Knightfhip's guts full fore. 
 But other guts, not feafon'd to it, more, 
 Juice which, I pray, may be the mortal dofe 
 Of all who thefe my juft demands oppofe. 
 
 CLQACINA, 
 
 Clutha. Pridie. Id. Dec. p 
 Anno Safaris, mdccxciii. J)
 
 ( 72 ) 
 
 JUS DIVINUM. 
 
 V V HERE is there to be found a fool fo arrant, 
 As to deny that I'm the Lord's vicegerent ? 
 For who can fay that e'er I have been flack, 
 To burn, rob, murder, ravi/h, hew, and hack ? 
 Who is there dares my regal right to doubt, 
 But trembles for Siberia or the knout, 
 Proving I am, the juft, the mild, the good, 
 The Lord's anointed with my hufband's blood ? 
 
 Katherine.
 
 ( 73 ) 
 
 ENGLAND'S FAITHFULNESS 
 TO HER FAITHFUL ALLIES; 
 
 THE MONOPOLY OF THE RIVER SCHELDT SUPPORTED. 
 
 X HEIR High Mynheer/hips, thriftier far than we, 
 Their water keep fafe under lock and key ; 
 While to defend it, and its fhores of mud, 
 We, fools, expend a Zuyder Zea of blood. 
 
 K
 
 ( 74 ) 
 
 GENTLE EMETIC, 
 
 A CONJUGAL SALUTE BY A JOVIAL WIFE. 
 
 
 _L HE patience of Socrates ne'er was fo tried, 
 As was Sneakum's by his dearer half; 
 The Sage's fpoufe emptied a pot on his head, 
 Poor Sneakum's, more Liberal* her/elf
 
 ( 75 ) 
 
 LUCINDA ABSENT, 
 
 THE MIRACULOUS MAGNET. 
 
 A HIS Magnet, fpite of nature's laws, 
 Still as more diftant ftronger draws, 
 And what's more ftrange, (too well I feel I) 
 Attracts all hearts but hearts of fteel.
 
 ( 76 ) 
 
 LADIES OF EDINBURGH. 
 
 DIRECTIONS FOR A WINDY DAY. 
 
 JL AIR ladies, when the winds blow high, 
 
 And mark the finely rounded thigh, 
 
 Be fure pull on your filken hofe, 
 
 If you would wifh to pleafe the beaux. 
 
 Hafte, reef the petticoat amain, 
 
 And tuck up tight the flowing train : 
 
 Takrj caie to faften firm the wig, 
 
 Left in the air it dance a jig. 
 
 Then fally forth with pointed toe ; 
 
 Invoke the friendly blail to blow : 
 
 " Thrice happy gales," your lovers cry out, 
 
 " That thus luxurioufly riot, 
 
 " Amidft the charms of nymphs fo coy, 
 
 M And towzle while we dare not toy.'*
 
 / 
 
 ( 77 ) 
 
 DESPAIR. 
 ( BY A DUTCH LOVER. ) 
 
 HIS Stream flow winding thro' the fragrant 
 bogs, 
 With murmurs not its own, but of its frogs, 
 (Fair am'rous frogs, that^wg * their croaking loves 
 In notes more fweet than notes of cooing doves) 
 This Stream, I vow, ne'er ruffled by a wave, 
 Shall be my death, the mud below my grave. 
 
 * Antiquam in limo ranse cedmre querelam. 
 
 Virg.
 
 ( 78 ) 
 
 HARP. 
 
 X HE captive Israelites of old, 
 (As we in Holy Writ are told) 
 Forgetting Sion's flats and fharps, 
 Dejected hung their ufelefs harps 
 The weeping willow trees upon, 
 Faft by the ftreams of Babylon. 
 So I, an exile from thy fight, 
 In drooping doleful piteous plight, 
 Have laid at reft my tunelefs tongue, 
 And my harih harp on willow hung, 
 In hopes that Zephyr's downy wings, 
 Sweeping gently o'er the firings,
 
 ( 79 ) 
 
 Softer plainings forth may fend 
 Than thofe of my unfkilful hand, 
 And, partial to th' iEolian note, 
 O'er beds of flowers may with it float 
 To thee, and light the latent fire, 
 Which rougher gales would make expire. 
 But if the fofteft melting airs, 
 Which Zephyr on his pinions bears, 
 Thy heart fhould rather cool than warm, 
 And, like my freezing notes, do harm ; 
 If difappointment or fufpenfe 
 Should ftill point to fome future hence, 
 Sufpended on the branch with me 
 Sweet harp, O fing my elegy !
 
 ( So ) 
 
 ON SEEING 
 
 A LADY DROP HER GARTER. 
 
 A *D not change place with Prince or King, 
 Or any fuch poor paultry thing ; 
 No, could I this fad being barter, 
 O that I were that happy garter ! 
 More boldly then I'd prefs ray plea, 
 And, 'Head of kneeling, clafp thy knee.
 
 ( 8i ) 
 
 A L A D Y 
 
 WHO LENT ME HER FAN DURING A STORM OF 
 LIGHTNING. 
 
 JT AIR nymph, a ftranger all unknown 
 Would blefs thee for thy charming loan ; 
 But, ah ! he feels the lightning's gleams 
 Are far lefs dangerous than the beams 
 Of thy bright eye.
 
 ( 82 ) 
 
 APOLOGY 
 
 TO THE SAME LADY 
 
 FOR ALLOWING HER FAN TO BE WET BY THE RAIN. 
 
 JL XOW many thoufands of ill-fated 
 
 Wretches have their ruin dated 
 From gifts or loans! A non pareille 
 Was th' caufe why father Adam fell. 
 Great Hercules his death-blow got 
 By putting on a gifted coat. 
 Poor Phaeton danc'd a headlong jig 
 For borrowing his father's Gig. 
 Troy, proof againft all human force, 
 Blazed round Minerva's hobby horfe : 
 To me a Fan had done the fame, 
 Had blown my heart into a flame,
 
 ( 3 ) 
 
 While Cupid, 'mongft the radii hid, 
 
 With darts the conflagration fed : 
 
 What could I, then, but what I have done ? 
 
 What elfe in fuch cafe would have faved one ? 
 
 What but drench the Urchin's wing ? 
 
 What, but wet his founding ftring ?
 
 ( 84 ) 
 
 IMPROVEMENT 
 
 ON THE ART OF 
 
 POETRY, 
 
 SUGGESTED AND EXEMPLIFIED. 
 
 RHYME fhould not be degraded fo as to 
 
 Chime on the fyllable laft of the verfe : 
 Sure, if to fet your beft foot foremoft be 
 
 Tour rule in th' art of life why not in this ?
 
 ( 8 5 ) 
 
 LADY, 
 
 i 
 
 ON HER SEEMING VAIN OF HER BLACK EYES. 
 
 1 rfBT others praife with ill-coin'd lies 
 
 The brightnefs of their fair one's eyes, 
 
 To thine, fweet Lady, I'll be jufter, 
 
 Their very darknefs is their luftre. 
 
 Ev'n in the fable gloom of night, 
 
 Like grimalkin's, the ftartled light 
 
 They ftrike, or as the Ikin of whiting 
 
 Stuck on the wall poor imps to frighten. 
 
 In fhort, fo piercing is their ray, 
 
 I wonder how in mirror they 
 
 Themfelves can view j or how th' reflection, 
 
 Don't fpoil your matchlefs fair completion ; 
 
 Or how, when hearts are fcorch'd to cinders, 
 
 Your looking-glafs don't fly to flinders.
 
 ( 86 ) 
 
 DEATH 
 
 LADY. 
 
 " Ah flore venuftatis abrepta !" 
 
 D 
 
 'EATH poized his dart with flow protracted 
 
 aim : 
 With look ferene her fate Lucinda viewed ; 
 She, beauteous flower, fmiled drooping o'er the 
 
 ftream 
 Which undermined her root, fmiled, for fhe faw 
 Heaven cloudlefs pictured in the cryftal flood.
 
 ( s 7 ; 
 
 CLEMENCY. 
 
 And Pharoab hardened his heart at this time al/o, neither nvould be let the 
 people go. Exodus c. viii. v. $%. 
 
 X HE ruffian Murderer is fentenc'd to die, 
 And Slavery's profcribed by the general cry j 
 But a junto ufurping the national powers, 
 While the nation moft meanly, moft abjectly cowrs, 
 Grants a refpite of four years to cool the mad 
 
 fever,- 
 Then, bolder become, a free pardon for ever.
 
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 ( go ) 
 
 EPISTOLA 
 
 AD TORQUATUM. 
 
 Hor. Lib. I. Epift. v. 
 
 Ol potes archaicis conviva recumbere IecHs, 
 Nee modica ccenare times olus omne patella ; 
 Supremo te fole domi, Torquate, manebo. 
 Vina bibes iterum Tauro diffufa, paluftres 
 Inter Minturnas Sinueflanumque Petrinum. 
 Sin melius quid habes, arceffe j vel imperium fer.
 
 ( 9i 3 
 
 IMITATED. 
 
 VXIF an auld timmer-bottom'd chair 
 Your doup can thole, and gif for fare 
 Ye wad na think yourfel far wrang 
 Wi' a farle 'noth a roafted whang, 
 Till gloamin time at hame I'll wait, 
 In hopes that ye'll come o'er the gate. 
 I'll gie you drink your craig to kittle, 
 That's eilans wi' the loufy title, 
 Coft by that feat- necked loun, 
 
 Kent by the name o' Clerk . 
 
 But gin ye like fome ither kind, 
 Ye've naething but to fpeak your mind.
 
 ( 9* ) 
 
 Jamdudum fplendet focus, & tibi munda fupellex. 
 Mitte leves fpes, & certamina divitiarum, 
 Et Mofchi caufanu eras nato Caefare feftus 
 Dat veniam fomnumque dies : impune licebit 
 iEftivam fermone benigno tendere noclem. 
 Quo mihi fortuna, fi non conceditur uti? 
 Parous ob heredis curam, nimiumque feverus, 
 .Affidet infano. potare et fpargare flores 
 Incipiam, patiarque vel inconfultus haberi. 
 Quid non ebrietas defignat ? operta recludit,
 
 ( 93 ) 
 
 My ingle's bleezing unco canty ; 
 My pleniming's fu clean and dainty. 
 Lay by a' thought now for a wee, 
 And think na o 1 the penny fee. 
 The morn, ye ken, 's a hauliday, 
 And we may either fleep or play. 
 Wi' cracks the time till braid day-light, 
 Will feem as Chort's a fimmer night. 
 
 What needs I care for gear and gowd, 
 Unlefs to ufe them I'm allow'd ? 
 Wha, for the fake o' his neift heir, 
 Keeps his ain wame tume, fcrimp, and bare, 
 And feeds upon the hulk and hule, 
 Is juft the neift bore to a fool. 
 I'll now begin to drink and fing, 
 My pen I'll in the ingle fling j 
 I care na tho' wi' girnin chaft 
 The warl a' fou'd ca' me daft. 
 
 Ken ye o' ought drink canna do ? 
 The clofeft hunks whan he is fou
 
 ( 94 ) 
 
 Spes jubet effe ratas, ad prcelia trudit inertem, 
 Solicitis animis onus eximit, addocet artes. 
 Fecundi calices quern non fecere difertum ? 
 Contracts quern non in paupertate folutum ? 
 
 Haec ego procurare & idoneus imperor, & non 
 Invitus ; ne turpe toral, ne fordida mappa 
 Corruget nares ; ne non & cantharus, & lanx 
 Oftendat tibi te : ne fidos inter amicos 
 Sit, qui dicta foras eliminet ; ut coeat par, 
 Jungaturque pari. Brutum tibi, Septimiumque,
 
 ( 9S i 
 
 Speaks out his mind ; drink realizes 
 
 Our hopes and wiffes ; and it heezes 
 
 The coward's fwitherin heart to fecht : 
 
 Frae aff the mind it lifts the weight 
 
 O' ilka care ; in iika art 
 
 It learns a man to play his part. 
 
 Wha, whan h' as taen his proper tift, 
 
 Was ever kent to want the gift 
 
 O's gab ? what puir man whan he's tozy, 
 
 But fpends as he ware bein and cozy. 
 
 Ye need na tell me to tak care, 
 To hae the buirdclaith clean and fair : 
 To hae the dimes glancin a* 
 That they yourfel to you may fhaw 5 
 And no to bid 'mang friens wh'are merry 
 Folk wha wad clepe things to the Shirra, 
 Or chiels wha think that they are great, 
 Becaufe they hae a great eftate.
 
 ( 96 ) 
 
 Et, nifi ccena prior, potiorque puella Sabinum 
 Detinet, alTumam. locus eft & pluribus uinbris : 
 Sed minis arctapremunt olidae convivia caprse. 
 
 Tu, quotus efle velis, refcribe ; et rebus omiffis 
 Atria fervantem poftico falie clientem.
 
 ( 97 ; 
 
 Ye'll meet wi' and wi* , 
 
 And , unlefs fome laflie 
 
 Or ither tryft (the Deil 
 
 And ony thing that hauds a ) 
 
 Keep him awa. Attour ye've leave 
 To bring a frien or twa i* your fleeve. 
 But mind whan fok o'er clofe ye ftech, 
 It fometimes gars them fweat and pech. 
 
 Write me how mony ye're to bring : 
 Your caigh and care ahint you fling ; 
 And, while puir bodies on the row, 
 V th- kitchen flan their cuds to chow, 
 Steal out and never fafh your pow. 
 
 N
 
 ( 9 ) 
 
 AD VIRGILIUM. 
 
 Hor. carm. lib. 4. Od. 13- 
 
 J AM veris comites, quae mare temperant, 
 
 Impellunt animae lintea Thracias : 
 
 Jam nee prata rigent, nee ftuvii ftrepunt 
 
 Hiberna nive turgidi. 
 Nidum ponit, Ityn flebiliter gemens, 
 Infelix avis, et Cecropise domus 
 Sternum opprobrium ; quod male barbaras 
 
 Rcgum eft ulta libidines.
 
 C 99 * 
 
 HORACE. 
 
 Ode 12. Book 4. 
 
 A HE weftlin wind, the Springtime's crony, 
 Now fkiffs alang the fea fae bonny, 
 And fills ilk fail. Now Crummie's cloots 
 Dent a* the lone : now to the coots 
 In meadow lawn, umquhile fae hard, 
 Ye'll fink, and ablins will be lair'd : 
 The burns, wi' fnaw brie fill'd, nae mair 
 Rufli, roarin like the Bars o* Ayr. 
 The Swallow now, puir fingin forner, 
 Clags up her nefl i' th' winnock corner : 
 Welcome fhe is to ilka houfe, 
 Exceptin his, the blafted Loufe *, 
 Wha rave her wark o* mony a day, 
 In vengeance 'caufe fhe flaw his ftrae. 
 
 * Corrupted perhaps from Luft.
 
 ( IP ) 
 
 Dicunt in tenero gramine pinguium 
 
 Cuftodes ovium carmina fiftula ; 
 
 Delecfotntque Deuni, cui pecus et nigri i 
 
 Colles Arcadiae placent. 
 Adduxere fitim tempora, Virgili ; 
 Sed prefium Calibus ducere Liberum 
 Si geftis, juvenum nobilium cliens, J5 
 
 Nardo vina merebere. 
 Nardi parvus onyx eliciet cadum, 
 Qui nunc Sulpitiis accubat horreis, 
 Spes donare novas largus, amaraque 
 
 Curarum eluere efficax. 2q
 
 ( id ) 
 
 The Shepherd, tether'd to the braes 
 O' black Lochaber, fweetly plays, 
 To his lean flock, a highland fpring, 
 (Sic as auld Ossian ance did fing,) 
 Ilk han* by turns, wi' motion quick, 
 Now the fiddle, now the fiddle-ftick. 
 
 This heat gies ane a drouth, my frien, 
 Sae gif to lay your lugs ye green 
 In lochs o' punch, tak tent to hae 
 Twa lemons in your pouch, or mae : 
 A pouchfu's able to wyle out, 
 Frae th* awmry neuk, my graybeard flout 
 And fonfy, fitted weel to brew 
 In your funk faul hope ever new : 
 For fynin down, it's unco rare, 
 The bitter wagang o* ilk care.
 
 C 102 ) 
 
 Ad quae fi properas gaudia, cum tua 
 Velox merce veni : non ego te meis 
 Immunem meditor tingere poculis, 
 
 Plena dives ut in domo. 
 Verum pone moras et ftudium lucri ; 25 
 
 Nigrorumque memor, dum licet, ignium, 
 Mifce ftultitiam confiliis brevem : 
 
 Dulce eft defipere in loco.
 
 ( io3 ) 
 
 Hafte ye, and dinna fwitherin ftan, 
 
 But linkin tak your fit i' your han ; 
 
 And dinna in your hafte forget 
 
 To bring the Uncos pipin het. 
 
 Tell us how our auld Frien's the 
 
 Stan' 'gainft the warl croufe and ftainch, 
 
 And how the bonny Fernig foichals 
 
 Gie G n thieves and flaves their dichals 
 
 I'm no for letting ye, ye fee, 
 
 (As I ware rich) gang lawin free. 
 
 Awa wi' teaglin, and the euk 
 
 O' ftappin mair in your poke neuk : 
 
 And now forget, as lang's ye dow, 
 
 Memento tmri, and Death's pow : 
 
 Seafon your wifdom, now and than, 
 
 W'a cum o' folly i' the pan : 
 
 Truft me wha'm growin auld and keifint, 
 
 That weeltimed dafEn's unco pleafant.
 
 ( 10 4 ) 
 
 AD LIBRUM SUUM. 
 
 Hor. Epift. 20. Lib. I. 
 
 V Ertumnum Janumque, liber, fpectarevideris; 
 Scilicet ut proftes Sofiorum pumice mundus. 
 Odifti claves, et grata figilla pudico : 
 Paucis oftendi gemis, et communia laudas; 
 Non ita nutritus. Fuge quo defcendere geftis : 5 
 Non erit emifTo reditus tibi. Quid mifer egi ? 
 Quid volui ? dices, ubi quid te laeferit ; et fcis 
 In breve te cogi, cum plenus languet armator.
 
 C 105 ) 
 
 HIS BOOK. 
 I E'VE now begun to caft flieeps cen 
 At yon Beuk Shop ; and in caufs fkin, 
 Forfuith, wi' buirds gilt, fheen, and braw, 
 Ye're unco fain yourfel to fhaw. 
 Locks, coffers, keys and kills ye hate, 
 And whate'er pleafes ane that's blate : 
 And yawmer 'caufe ye're no allow'd 
 To mix amang the dinfome crowd, 
 No fae brought up. E'en gang your wa, 
 But mind there nae return ava. , 
 I've won myfel a bonny pirn, 
 Ye'll (ay, whan critics gybe and girn, 
 Or whan the reader, gauntin elf, 
 Chirts you into the crowded fiielf, 
 Neifl bletherin Burke, the Windfor fentry, 
 Wha' fang the Gauls were in the entry *. 
 
 O 
 
 * Atque hie auralis volitans argtnteus anfer 
 Porticibus, Gallos in limine adefie canebat. Viro. JS.u. S.
 
 ( io6 ) 
 
 Quod fi non odio peccantis defipit augur, 
 
 Carus eris Romse, donee te deferat astas. 10 
 
 Contrectatus ubi manibus fordefcere vulgi 
 
 Cceperis ; aut tineas pafces taciturnus inertes, 
 
 Aut fugies Uticam, aut vinctus mitteris Ilerdam. 
 
 Ridebit monitor non exauditus j ut ille, 
 
 Qui male parentem in rupes protrufit afellum 1 5 
 
 Iratus. Quis enim invitum fervare laboret ? 
 
 Hoc quoque te manet, utpueros elementa docentem 
 
 Occupet extremis in vicis balba fene&us.
 
 ( *7 ) 
 
 Now, gif the great nefs o* your faut 
 Wad let me fpae what's to come o't, 
 To th* Lan* o* Cakes ye will be dear 
 Nae mair than for fome twa three year : 
 Belyve the creifhy croud will haunle 
 Your page, and foil't : ablins fome caunle 
 Doup ye maun kifs, (far better that, 
 Than do the fame to Lords, I wat :) 
 Whatreks ! puir, unkent, cowrin firmer, 
 Some lazy moths will mak their dinner 
 Upon your leaves : or elfe may be 
 Twa baubees worth o* fnuff or tea 
 Ye're doom'd to fwathe. I in my fleeve 
 Will laugh fu' hearty whan ye grieve, 
 And fay (like him wha on a day 
 His crofs-grain'd afs fhot o'er the brae, 
 On feein' that he could na flop her) 
 Wha will to Couper will to Couper. 
 Forby a* that ; haverin Auld Age, 
 Pointin alang your title page, 
 Will ding, wi meikle dule and wae, 
 Into puir gets, the A, B, C.
 
 /( 108 ) 
 
 Cum tibi fol tepidus plures admoverit aures, 
 
 Me libertino natum patre, et in tenui re 20 
 
 Majores pennas nido extendifle loqueris ; 
 
 Ut quantum generi demas, virtutibus addas : 
 
 Me primis urbis belli placuiffe domique ; 
 
 Corporis exigui, praecanum, folibus aptum, 
 
 Irafci celerem, tamen ut placabilis effem. 25
 
 ( *9 ) 
 
 In winter whan the bleezin ingle 
 Draws round it fouk to hear your jingle, 
 Tell them, that I hae fcarce a gill, 
 O' gentle bluid for kings to fpill : 
 Tell that, in place o' the goofe pen 
 Ufcd by my forbears, I hae taen 
 A pouk o* Pegafus's wing, 
 On whilk heez'd up I fcove and fing, 
 Sae, as ye flow the ftunted tree, 
 That puddock-ftool my pedigree, 
 A branch o' laurel ye may eik. 
 Tell them, too, how I never feek 
 To fleech and pleafe the rich or great. 
 O' th' outward man I neifl maun treat : 
 Say, then, I am a lang black chiel 
 Twa-ell amaift frae head to heel. 
 Afore the time I'm fome thocht gray 
 And lyart. In a funny day 
 I like to beik. Wi' fudden low 
 My anger's juft a tap o' tow ;
 
 ( no ) 
 
 Forte meum fi quis te percontabitur aevum ; 
 Me quater undenos fciat impleviffe Decembres, 
 Collegam Lepidum quo duxit Lollius anno.
 
 ( III ) 
 
 But foon gaes out. Gif fouk foud fpier 
 How auld I am ; tell them, that year 
 Whan daft Britannia turn'd knight errant, 
 An' fee't that loun S > 's tyrant 
 
 To fer' himfel, I was juft then 
 Maift four times twa, and twa times ten.
 
 ( 112 ) 
 
 SAPHO TO PHAON. 
 
 -ZjLGNOVI preffas noti mihi cefpitis herbas : 
 De noftro curvum pondere gramen erat. 
 Incubui, tetigique locum qua parte fuifti ; 
 
 Grata prius lacrymas combibit herba meas. 
 
 >>>>>><<<<<< 
 
 TRANSLATED BY AN ENGLISHMAN. 
 
 HERE the prefs'd herbs with bending tops betray. 
 Where oft entwin'd in am'rous folds we lay j 
 I kifs the earth which was once prefs'd by you, 
 And all with tears the with'ring herbs bedew. 
 
 POPE. 
 
 >>>>><<<<<< 
 
 BY A SCOTCHMAN. 
 
 " FERVIDUM INGENIUM SCOTORUM." 
 
 THE fnows (no longer virgin fnows) betray 
 Where oft entwined in am'rous folds we lay;, 
 I kifs the place which once was prefs'd by you, 
 And all with tears the melting wreaths bedew.
 
 ( "3 ) 
 
 EPIGRAMMA 
 
 G. BUCHANANI. 
 
 VJUI te videt beatus eft, 
 
 Beatior qui te audiet, 
 Qui bafiat femideus eft, 
 Qui te potitur eft Deus. 
 
 >>>>>><<<<< 
 
 HAPPY is he who fees thee fweetly fmile, 
 Happier who hears the mufic of thy voice, 
 A demi-god is he who kilfeth thee, 
 Who clafps thee yielding in his arms a God.
 
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 VERSES 
 
 IN 
 
 LATIN. 
 
 " lfta tamen mala funt : quafi nos manifefta negemus j 
 " Hasc mala funt : fed tu non meliora facis." 
 
 Mart. lib. 2. Ep. 8. 
 
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 ( "7 ) 
 
 . Vetuit me tale voce Quirinus 
 Poft mediam noclem vifus ubi fomnia vera. 
 
 Hor. 
 
 MUSE's PRELIMINARY EXPOSTULATION 
 
 ADVICE. 
 
 _L O print or not my Latin verfes ? 
 I afk'd the Mufe ; quoth he, M Moft arfes 
 " (The feat of Englijh judgment^ are 
 " Become fo nice, you may defpair 
 " To pleafe in Englifh, or in Latin, 
 " Unlefs your paper's foft as fatin. 
 " But why this jargon cur Latina? 
 " Whence comes this rabies canina ?
 
 ( if! ) 
 
 " 'Tis fure at belt a foolifh freak, 
 " To chufe to bark, when you can fpeak. 
 " Well then, if you'll take my advice, 
 " The aclual cautery to each place 
 " That bears of canine jaw the trace," 
 " Alas," I ftopt her, " would you bid 
 " M' incur the guilt of fuicide ? 
 Would y'ave me xxxxnfelo defe, 
 
 " And light up an auto-da-fe 
 
 " Of my dear felf, like Indian relicts, 
 
 " Where widowhood's held worft of delicts ? 
 
 " No, I reject your harfh prefcription, 
 
 " For if, t* each place of the defcription, v 
 
 " Which you have given, 'twere applied, 
 
 " From cap-a-pe I mould be fried.
 
 PORGUS et ACHATES, 
 
 CARMEN PASTORALE-ELEGIACUM, 
 
 MEMORY SACRUM 
 
 R B I N I, 
 
 CAMERARUM ET IGNIUM CUSTODIS, 
 
 IN COJLLEGIO CLUTH-. 
 
 4CCESSERU8T VOTJE SELECTlSSIM.ffi VARIORUM. 
 
 *DITIO NOVA, PRIORtBUS AUCTIOR ET EMENDATIOB, ET MULTI9 
 MACULIS EXFURCATA.
 
 ( "3 ) 
 
 PORCUS ET ACHATES. 
 
 JL ORTE (ub angufto Jani confederat antro 
 Gruntator Porcufve, atque umbra fidelis Achates ; 
 Ambo florentes roflris, ac Arcades ambo, 
 Et potare pares, et refpondere parati. 
 
 NOTD. 
 
 I. Angujlb Jani antro. Taberna in hoc loco ex arcu coelefH feu Iride 
 
 fcilicet Janitoris, ad Januam publi- derivant, quia, utdicunt, ficutnubes 
 
 cam fita, et ideb, et quia oftia ejus pluviis gravata onus demittit et Iri- 
 
 contra certamina Bacchi nunquam dem fepc oftentat, ita Difcipulus 
 
 daufafunt, antrum Jani hie appellata. Bacchi e ftomacho nimium repleto 
 
 Hcinfius. numen ejicit, arcum quodatnmodo Iridi 
 
 a. Umbra. Umbra eft amicus vel fimilem cxhibens ; cui verba poets ap* 
 
 comes inferior, cui nomen datum, ex plicari p< ffint, 
 
 co quod alirim ad convivium fequere- ' Milk tralem varies adverfi file 
 
 tur velut umbra corpus. Vid. Hor. eolara." 
 
 Sat. lib. a. fat. 8. v. 22. Heinfius. Fulta eft prseterea base opinio auc- 
 
 3. So/lrit. Nafis rubicundis. Bro- toritate poetic nofcrati*, cujus verba 
 
 iteut. concihna, tamt'tfi vernacula, cum ve- 
 
 Arcades. De hoc verbo mag- nia eruditorum, citabo. Pinkertoniut. 
 
 num eft certamen inter interpre- " Ganeouttopifti in gutters thick 
 
 tes. Alii afferunt, poetam ad Af- Somefelland fomeg.ted rockin, 
 
 cades paftores alludere, quia pafiorcs Sawny hang fneerin on his ftick 
 
 femper fuerunt cultores Veneris, et To fee bauld Hutchin bockin 
 
 potores quoque myrtum Veneris jRjinlo-ws that day." 
 
 cum vite Bacchi haud raro jungunt. ClriJ! KUk an the Green. Canto 3, 
 Nonnulli magis fubtiliores, Arcades
 
 ( "4 ) 
 
 Pocula, hcu ! flentes, mcerentia pocula mifcent, 5 
 Queftibus et Ro'bini alternis funera lugent : 
 Alternis igitur contendere veriibus ambo 
 Coepere ; alternos Mufae meminifle volebant. 
 Hos Porcus, turn illos referebat in ordine Achates. 
 
 Pore. Fundite lamenta et fufpiria rauca Togati, 1 o 
 Necnon vos qui fine togis vim frigoris audent ; 
 Nam tenebrofa eft omnino fcintillula Veftae, 
 Pcenis atque Sacerdos terrae ple&itur infons. 
 
 Togati. Toga'eft habitus quorun- tur allufio elegantifiima poena cni ob-. 
 
 dam in Collegio Cluthae. Quidam noxix erant Virgines Veftales qux^ 
 
 togis non induuntur. Lvbin. ft votum caftitatis violarent, vivae fe- 
 
 ia. Sc'intillula Vejl*. De Veftae peliebantur. Infons procul dubio e-. 
 
 facer erat ignis ; ex. fcintillula Vtjla hie rat Robinus hujus criminis, nam nun- 
 
 ponitnr pro ignibus vel focis Acade- quam fe vuto caftitatis fubjiciebat, id- 
 
 micis quos Robinus accendere ct fo- circo nunquam reus ftare potuit iftius 
 
 vere ft-lebat, ct qui, eodefundto, fin- voti violationis. Sed quamvis inno- 
 
 guntur ertin&i. cuus cflct fepulturam feu poenam ter-> 
 
 13. Ptnitatqut Saccrdot terra flec~ fae paflys eft. Mackullaut. 
 
 Uur infont. In hifce verbis contine-
 
 ( ms ) 
 
 Ach. Fuftim ex ilice fe&am, qua velut enfe 
 corufco 
 Hortum cuftodire folebas, abjice> David, 15 
 
 Ramum et moeftum fume cupreffi, nam tibi nulla 
 Mordentem calef actum dextera libera fundet, 
 
 14. Fujlim qua velut enfe corufco bor- nerea mcerori facra. Luh. 
 turn cuftodire folebas. Cave, le&or, 17. Mordentem calefaclum dextera 
 ne poetam hie arguas alicujus obfece- libera fundet. A calefacio derivatur 
 nx allufionis ad Deum Priapum qui calefaclum aliter drachma, per fynco- 
 hortos cuftodiebat, de quo Horatius, pen dram, mutato d in w, ct r pofito 
 " fures dextra coercet, interacts Warm, et cuui articulc* 
 " Obfcanoque ruber porreSlus ab ingu- prxpofito fecundum idioma Anglica- 
 ine palus" num a ivarm, modus loqueridi Cluthai 
 namque palus Davidis jamdudum frequenter ufitatus. Hanc folationem 
 * c /if//i- //g-ww" dici potuit. Sedfuftis et fugatorem frigoris fimul ac cura- 
 feu baculus querceus, queni in ma- rum, raro fibi negabat Robinus; faspe 
 nu gerebat, magna- erat utilitatis ad itidem Davidem ut particeps effet in- 
 coercendum profanum vulgus [gallice vitabat. Hie loci ergo Poeta, miri- 
 Sam Culottes, anglice Swinifi Multi- fica arte, caufam monftrat permag- 
 tudt, Scotice Rabble] quo minus hor- nam, oh quam mctus Davidis move- 
 turn Academicum introiret. In hoc ri debebat, caufam quidem aptifli- 
 verfu, igitur, facile patet, mentem mam, five fpectes ad perfonam quae 
 diviniorem. Poets profpexiffe ad hor- loquicur, fcilicet umbram Achatem, 
 turn Paradifaicum, ubi enfis flammi- vel ad perfonam de qua loquitur, fci- 
 ferus feu corufcus, regreffum paren- licet umbram Davidem. Idem. 
 tm humani generis interptrllabat. Mordentem. Nemo fere ignorat 
 Buriius quond. Reft. Magnif. calif actum leniter mordere et titillare 
 16. Cvprejfi. Cupreflus arbos fu- palatum. Idem.
 
 ( * ) 
 
 Pore, Stirpe illuftri Donaklfona periit ortus ( 
 Quifnam cautus, mane Hyberno, jam E a in aula, 
 Lumina tondebit, cum praebent Ianguida lucem, 2 
 Et titubantibus hue illuc duplicantub ocellis ! 
 
 iS. Stirpe illujlri BonatJfona. Ma- 
 ter Robini foror erat Donaldfonii in- 
 clytx. memoriae. Quas awes non 
 perculit fama Donaldfonii ? Sed Ro- 
 bini fatna fuis meritig nititur ; 
 Nam genus etfroavos, it qua non fe- 
 
 cimus ipji, 
 Vise ea noflra voco. Ov. Burkius. 
 ao. Lumina tondebit. Virtute poe- 
 ticx licentix h.xc figura, ex alia claf- 
 fe matutina dedufta, transfertur ad 
 claffem m, in hac epim Robi- 
 nus lumina feu candelas tantum ac- 
 cendere, non tondere, folebat. Id. 
 
 31. Et titubantibut but illuc dupli- 
 cantur ocellis. Nullus cultor Bacchi 
 jgnorat lumina, five lint candelc , five 
 
 ftelUe, five Inns radii, five fells o- 
 culi, vifui'ebrioforum duplicari. Sed 
 hie queftio oritur ; quomodo fit ut il- 
 le, cujus eft officium mores aliis ex- 
 ponere,moresfuostantoperenegligit? 
 Cave, lector, ne judicio tuo temere 
 utaris. Non equidem mores fucs ne- 
 gligit Porcus. Mores flrenue docet 
 tarn exemplo quam precepto. Nam 
 quid citius homines a vitio deterrere 
 poteft quam vultus ejus deformis. Si- 
 mili modo Spartani fervos ebriofos 
 derifui Iiberorum ofiendere folebant. 
 Sed Porcus benignior feipfum devo- 
 vet exemplum fimulque victimam. 
 Heinjius.
 
 ( "7 ) 
 
 Ach* Tale tuum carmen nobis, divine poeta, 
 Quale fopor feffis in templo, quale per aeftum 
 Dulcis aquas faliente fitim reftinguere rivo. 
 
 Pore, Pocula bina novo fpumantia portra qua- 
 tannis, 25 
 
 Craterafque duos ftatuam tibi mitis Henevx: 
 
 22. Divine poeta. Hie Achates Rivo pro fcypho ufurpatur- 
 amicum fuum et patronum adulatur. Idem.. 
 
 Idem. 25. Portra, abje&o a, et inferto t 
 
 23. Quale fopor fejps in templo. inter / et r, Porter, eft liquor ex bra- 
 Nihil fane jucundius eft fopore feffis Co dccoclus. Portra eft noraen inde- 
 in templo vel ecclefia,prxfertim quan- clinabile tertiae declinationis. Burkius. 
 do pixfertim quando Porcus grun- 26. Tibi. Robino fcilicet. Hein. 
 nitum monotonum mittit. Sed pro- Hinevee. Heneva vel Geneva, 
 cul, o procul abut rudiius ineptus per contraclionem Gin, liquor eft ex 
 Afini Campfei. Idea. brafio et juniperis deco&us, mictu- 
 
 24. Duteit aquee. Aquavitte fcili- ram valde promo vena. Idem. 
 cet.
 
 ( 128 ) 
 
 Et ntulto imprimis hilarans convivia Baccho, 
 Vina novum bibam calathis Ferntofia ne&ar. 
 Cantabunt mihi Damoetas et Ly&ius JEgon : 
 Saltan tes Satyros fimulabit Filieodaeus. 30 
 
 Eheu ! fed fonat hora infelix : nunc redeundum, 
 Officia ad Ciceronis, peffima, peffima vappa ! 
 
 s8. Femtofta. Ager Ferntofius, vel rex proprius, vel regina aliens 
 
 five Ferntofhius.fitus eft propeagrum exul inops hofpes, vel hoftis magna- 
 
 Cullodenenfem, locum celeberrimum nimus proditione captus, non ; - 
 
 redditum a quo tempore Dux Cum- Teftes ftmt mifericordix, juftitise, fi- 
 
 briae vi&oriam gloriofam, fufis ibi deique Anglicans, Carolus, Maria, 
 
 Caledoniis barbaris, nactus eft. Nar- Vallas. O Gens mitiffima, Chriftia- 
 
 ratio hujus vi&orix Uteris fanguineis niffima, lumina ad Africam et Indian* 
 
 fcribi debet ; per fpatium enim octo vertite ; tunc, O Gens juftiflima, ex- 
 
 dierum poll pugnam, quatuor milli- ecrationes pias in fsevitiam Gallicam. 
 
 bus Seotorum a quindecim millibus eru&ato. Heinf. 
 
 Anglorum fuperatis, agri vaftaban- 3- Saltmtet Satyros ftmulabit Fil- 
 
 tur, tuguria igne cremabantur, kodeut. In antiquis temporibus Sa- 
 
 virgines violabantur, homines nulla cerdotes fcepe faltabant, et aliquando 
 
 arma prseter ped;, paftoria geren- reges pedes quaffare dignabantur. In 
 
 te?, cum feminis et liberis, (proh exemplo erant Salu Sacerdotes inter 
 
 jiefas!) jugulabantur. OGensAng- Romanos, et inter Judseos David rex. 
 
 licanahumaniflima, clementiffima ! O Idem. 
 
 immaculata ultrix fanguinis regii! 3. Officia ad Ciceronis. Per- 
 
 nuuquam veftris manibustrucidabatur leclio Ciceronis de Officiis. Lulin.
 
 ( "9 ) 
 
 BALNEUM, 
 
 MUNDIT1ES ANGL1CANA. 
 
 *' V^ ui fit, Balneolum, gelidi cui nomen adeptum, 
 " Nos ut decipias, lymphas reddafque tepentes ? 
 " Qui fit, cum exuftus morientibus aeftuat herbis 
 * c Campus, ut haud alio tu tempore majus abundes?" 
 Talia turn mihi fcitanti vox redditur undis. 
 " Caufa eft haec de qua quaeris : latices mihi nullos 
 " Suppeditant fontes, non ullos nubila coeli : 
 " Aft lymphas derivo omnes, a rore fluejite, 
 " Exfudato illis qui me fuefcunt celebrare {\ 
 " Atque fcaturigines folse, quas accipio ufquam, 
 " Lipporum de Iuminibus ftillse riguse Cunt." 
 
 R
 
 ( 130 ) 
 
 [ Frem Burns'i Poems. ] 
 TO A 
 
 M O U S E, 
 
 ON TURNING HER UP IN HER NEST, WITH THE PLOUGH, 
 NOVEMBER 1785. 
 
 VV EE, fieekit, cowrin, tim'rous beaftie, 
 O, what a panic's in thy breaftie! 
 Thou need na flar t awa fae hafly, 
 
 Wi* bickering brattle ; 
 I wad be laith to rin an* chafe thee, 
 
 Wi' murd'ring />#///<?. 
 
 I'm truly forry Man's dominion 
 Has broken Nature's focial union, 
 An' juftifies that ill opinion, 
 
 Which makes thee flartle 
 At me, thy poor, earth-born companion, 
 
 An' fellow-mortal !
 
 .( *3< ) 
 
 AD MUREM, 
 
 NIDIS ARATRO EVERS1S. 
 
 JL-j HEU, parva nitedula, qualis nunc tremor implet 
 Pectora ! ne fubito celeri te proripe curfu ; 
 Infectari te nollem rulla truculenta. 
 
 Naturae imperio humano foedus fociale 
 Ruptum mi dolet, et juftam me dicere cogit 
 Illam fufpicionem, qua fit ut exfilis a me 
 Terrigend comite, in terram tecum redituro.
 
 ( *3 2 ) 
 
 I doubt na, whiles, but thou may thieve ; 
 What then ? poor beaftie, thou maun live ! 
 A daimen icker in a thrave 
 
 'S a fma' requeft. 
 I'll get a bleflin wi' the lave, 
 
 An* never mifs't ! 
 
 Thy wee bit houfie, too, in ruin ! 
 It's filly wa's the win's are lire win ! 
 An' naething, now, to big a new ane, 
 
 O' foggage green ! 
 An* bleak December's winds enfuin, 
 
 Baith fnell and keen !
 
 ( '33 ) 
 
 Haud equidem dubito quin tu furere aliquando. 
 Quidni ? animal miferum, te certe vivere oportet. 
 Granum e mergite tota, ecce petitio parva ! 
 Grano a te fumpto, damnum haud dignofcere 
 
 poffum ; 
 Et mihi quod fupereft coelo faufto fruar illo. 
 
 Angufta ilia domus moeftam dat fra&a ruinam ; 
 Stru&uram invalidam fpe&as difpergere ventos ; 
 Nee virides ullas ftipulas, illam ad renovandam, 
 Ufquam fuppeditant arva. Interea imminet afper 
 Mordaces referens ventos acrefque December.
 
 ( '34 ) 
 
 Thou faw the fields laid bare an' waftc, 
 An' weary Winter comin faft, 
 An' cozie here, beneath the blaft, 
 
 Thou thought to dwell, 
 Till cram ! the cruel coulter paft 
 
 Out thro' thy cell. 
 
 That wee bit heap o' leaves an' flibble, 
 Has coft thee monie a weary nibble ! 
 Now thou's turn'd out, for a' thy trouble, 
 
 But houfe or hald, 
 To thole the Winter's fleety dribble, 
 
 An' cranreuch cald! 
 
 But, Moufie, thou art no thy lane, 
 In proving forefight may be vain j 
 The beft laid fchemes o' Mice an' Men, 
 
 Gang aft a-gley, 
 An' lea'e us nought but grief an' pain, 
 
 For promis'd joy
 
 ( *3S ) 
 
 Agros tu nudatos vaftatofque, hyememque 
 Vidifti triftem properantem ; fpemque fovebas, 
 Obtecta hie ut contra aquilones degere pofies j 
 At fcindit nidos crudcli vomere aratrum. 
 
 Congeries haec culmorum exigua et foliorum, 
 Trito dente fuit, multo et conve&a labore ; 
 Nunc operam perdifti, et tectis exul ademptis, 
 Frigus acerbum perferres pluviafque nivales. 
 
 Sed non indicium tu, parva nitedula, fbla es, 
 Quam vana eft mens prudens et prrefaga futuri : 
 Confiliis, quae muribus et mortalibus segris 
 Arte ineuntur fumma, haud raro cafus iniquus 
 Accidit : et, fperatae Isetitiae vice, crebro 
 Nil inventum eft praeter triftitiam atque dolorem.
 
 ( 136 ) 
 
 Still thou art bleft, compar'd wi' me I 
 The prefent only toucheth thee : 
 But, Och ! I backward caft my e'e 
 
 On profpecls drear ! 
 An' forward, tho' I canna fee, 
 
 I guefs an* fear !
 
 ( *37 ) 
 
 Attamen haud incertum eft, pras me te effe beatum j 
 Horaetenim prsefens foldm te tangere poffit ; 
 Quum retro, inque dies mceftos mealumina verto, 
 Et quamvis non praevideo, auguror atque tremifco.
 
 ( '3 ) 
 
 NOTES. 
 
 [P. 38. Fragments of a Poem oh Duelling.] 
 
 From motives of prudence I have been induced to fupprefs 
 feveral things which I had fome thoughts of publifhing. Of 
 others I have publifhed fragments only, trufting that the dif- 
 jeQi membra poeta may ftill be found. 
 
 : uhi ilia priorum 
 
 Scribendi quodcumque animo flagrante liberet 
 Simplicitas, cujus non audeo dicere nomen ! 
 
 Juv. Sat. 1. lib. 1. v. 151, 
 
 [P. 50. On D d H- e.] 
 
 My opinion of D d H e, (what arrogance ! ex- 
 claim his worfhippers) my opinion of D d H e is not 
 
 lingular. See Mifcellanies in Profe and Verfe by the late Lord 
 Gardenftone. But I cannot refrain from quoting the following 
 paflage from that work. 
 
 f* His lively periods may procure 
 
 Attention to the end of time ; 
 But will the world for fuch a lure, 
 
 Forget chicanery's a crirrje ? 
 This prince of fceptics fcarce could tell, 
 Why china fhiver'd when it fell ! 
 
 A Bacon's, Dryden's, Shakefpeare's praiu , 
 
 He weakly tries to undermine j 
 And, brilliant Martial to debafe, 
 
 Pretends he punn'd in every line ; 
 O'erlooks the great Preceptor's claims, 
 Yet ftrives to compliment his ideot pupil James, 
 
 Behold this precious fage advifc 
 
 Each peevifh fool to cut his throat ? 
 And deeds of infamy difguife 
 
 Coligni's murder rivals not ! 
 Then fee him fcruple to decide 
 Why Pym harrangued, or Hampden d
 
 ( *39 ) 
 
 Ye facred and immortal names, 
 
 Which Freedom's fons with reverence hear, 
 
 When fophiftry your worth defames 
 And toils to taint the public ear, 
 
 With what indignity and febrn 
 
 Ought fuch a libel to be torn !" 
 
 Sketches of celebrated char afters, &c. 
 
 And elfeivhere 
 If * * * * has told ten thoufand Tory lies, 
 His faithlefs page take courage and defpife. 
 
 Mifcellanies, &c. p. 202. 
 See alfo Haley. 
 
 [ P. 70. ] 
 His breech in/lead of , &c. 
 
 Si quis erat dignus defcribi quod malus aut fur. 
 
 Hor. Sat. 4. lib. 1. v. 3. 
 The man who converts the researches and labours of others 
 to his own profit, is furely dignus defcribi. 
 
 [ P- 78. ] 
 The captive Ifraelites, &c. I meant thefe as burlefque verfes ; 
 but I begin to be afraid that their fcope may appear fomewhat 
 ambiguous. In fhort, I ftand in the predicament of the poor 
 painter, who found it neceffary to write under a picture, in 
 which he meant to reprefent a horfe, This is a horfe. 
 
 [ P- 89, ] 
 Imitations and Tranflations. I am fenfible that this title ii 
 ill-chpfen. Parodies would have been a more fuitable one. 
 
 C P- 97. ] 
 
 On the row. Such poor perfons as are found entitled to have 
 their caufes carried on gratis are faid to be admitted to the benefit 
 of the Poors roll, or lift, or in old technical language to be up- 
 on the row, i. e. the roll. This excellent inftitution is not in 
 
 every cafe, carried into execution in that confeientious manner 
 which " the caufe of him who hath none to help him" demand}.
 
 ( i4o ; 
 
 c p. 128. ] 
 
 Agri vqflabantur, &c. The truth of the reprefentation here 
 given, is fupported by the teftimony of SmoL'ct, in his poem 
 entitled, The Tears of Scotland. I truft that the following quo- 
 tation, from that poem, will not be unwelcome to any Scotch- 
 man, or to any man of a liberal mind. 
 
 " Yet, when the rage of battle ceas'd, 
 The vi&or's foul was not appeas'd : 
 The naked and forlorn muft feel 
 Devouring flames, and murdering ileel. 
 
 " The pious mother doom'd to death, 
 Forfaken, wanders o'er the heath, 
 The bleak wind whittles o'er her head, 
 Her helplefs orphans cry for bread ; 
 Bereft of (helter, food and friend, 
 She views the fhades of night defcend, 
 And, ftretch'd beneath th' inclement fkies, 
 Weeps o'er her tender babes, and dies. 
 
 " Whilft the warm blood bedews my veins, 
 
 And unimpair'd remembrance reigns, 
 
 Refentment of my country's fate 
 
 Within my filial breaft (hall beat j 
 
 And, fpite of her infulting foe, 
 
 My fympathifing verfe (hall flow, 
 
 " Mourn, haplefs Caledonia, mourn 
 
 " Thy bani/h'd peace, thy laurels torn." 
 
 C P- 128. ] 
 C 
 
 c 
 
 Vid. Note on p. 70. 
 
 Filleodaeus. Callidus, quicquid placuit dolofo 
 
 Condere furto. Hor, 
 
 [ p. is* 3 
 
 Nitedula rulla. Think not, O Critic, that thofe two words, 
 which, perhaps, thou may'ft not have met with in the courfe of 
 thy reading, are not clajfical. If thou art in doubt, confult thy 
 Di&ioaary. 
 
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