Perhaps it may turn out a sang, Epistle to a Young Friend. I waive the quantum o' the sin, The fear o' hell's a hangman's whip To haud the wretch in order; But where ye feel your honour grip, Ibid. Let that aye be your border. Ibid. An Atheist's laugh 's a poor exchange For Deity offended! Ibid. And may you better reck the rede,1 Than ever did th' adviser! Ibid. In durance vile here must I wake and weep, His locked, lettered, braw brass collar Dweller in yon dungeon dark, Ode on Mrs. Oswald. 1 Shakespeare, Hamlet, Act i. Sc. 3. 2 Durance vile.-W. Kenrick (1766), Falstaff's Wedding, i. 2; Burke, The Present Discontents. O Life! how pleasant in thy morning, Like school-boys at th' expected warning, To joy and play. Epistle to James Smith. O life! thou art a galling load, To wretches such as I! Despondency. Should auld acquaintance be forgot, Misled by fancy's meteor-ray, By passion driven; But yet the light that led astray Was light from heaven. The Vision. Auld Nature swears, the lovely dears Green grow the Rashes. Some wee short hour ayont the twal. Death and Dr. Hornbook. The rank is but the guinea's stamp, Is there for Honest Poverty. A prince can make a belted knight,3 But an honest man's aboon his might, Guid faith, he maunna fa' that. But to see her was to love her, Ibid. Song. Ae Fond Kiss. Had we never loved sae kindly, We had ne'er been broken-hearted! 1 Man was made when Nature was But an apprentice, but woman when she Was a skilful mistress of her art. Ibid. Cupid's Whirligig. 1607. 2 I weigh the man, not his title; 't is not the king's stamp can make the metal better. - Wycherley, The Plaindealer, Act i. Sc. 1. 3 Of the king's creation you may be; but he who makes a Count ne'er made a man.- - Southerne, Sir Anthony Love, Act ii. Sc. 1. To see her is to love her, And love but her for ever. Bonny Lesley. O, my luve 's like a red, red rose, Song. A Red, Red Rose. It's guid to be merry and wise, It's guid to be honest and true, Here's a health to them that's awa. "T is sweeter for thee despairing, Than aught in the world beside, — Jessy! Jessy. Gars auld claes look amaist as weel's the new. The Cotter's Saturday Night. Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening gale. Ibid. He wales a portion with judicious care; air. Ibid. From scenes like these old Scotia's grandeur springs, That makes her loved at home, revered abroad: Princes and lords are but the breath of kings, "An honest man 's the noblest work of God." Barrington.-Cherry.-Morton. 425 GEORGE BARRINGTON. 1755 True patriots all; for be it understood A Cure for the Heartache. Act ii. Sc. 1. Approbation from Sir Hubert Stanley is praise indeed. Ibid. Act v. Sc. 2. I'T was for the good of my country that I should be abroad. — Farquhar, The Beaux' Stratagem, Act iii. Sc. 2. |