But, by a poor man's hopes in Heav'n!
While recollection's pow'r is giv'n,
If, in the vale of humble life,

The victim fad of Fortune's ftrife,
I, thro' the tender gushing tear,
Should recognize my Mafter dear,
If friendless, low, we meet together,
Then, Sir, your hand,-my Friend and Bro-
ther!

TO

TO A

LOU S E,

On feeing one on a Lady's Bonnet at Church,

HA!

A whare ye gaun, ye crowlin ferlie! Your impudence protects you fairly:

I canna fay but ye ftrunt rarely,

Owre gauze and lace;

Tho' faith, I fear, ye dine but sparely

On fic a place.

Ye

Ye ugly, creepin, blaftit wonner,

Detefted, fhunn'd by faunt an' finner,

Swith, in fome beggar's haffet fquattle; There ye may creep, and sprawl, and sprattle Wi' ither kindred, jumping cattle,

In fhoals and nations;

Whare born nor bane ne'er dare unsettle

Your thick plantations.

Now haud you there, ye're out o' fight,

Below the fatt'rils, fnug an' tight;

Na, faith ye yet! ye'll no be right

Till ye've got on it,

The vera tapmoft, tow'ring height

O' Mifs's bonnet.

My

My footh! right bauld ye fet your nose out, As plump and gray as onie grozet; O for fome rank, mercurial rozet,

Or fell, red fmeddum,

I'd gie you fic a hearty doze o't,

Wad dress your droddum!

I wad na been furpris'd to spy You on an auld wife's flainen toy;

Or aiblins fome bit duddie boy,

On's wyliecoat;

But Miss's fine Lunardi! fie,

How daur ye do't!

O, Jenny, dinna tofs your head, An' fet your beauties a' abread ! Ye little ken what cursed speed

The blaftie's makin!

Thae winks and finger-ends, I dread,

Are notice takin!

Ο

O wad fome Pow'r the giftie gie us To see ourselves as others fee us!

It wad frae monie a blunder free us

And foolish notion:

What airs in dress an' gait wad lea'e us,

And ey'n Devotion !

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