ON A NOISY POLEMIC. BELOW thir stanes lie Jamie's banes: Thou ne'er took such a bleth'rin' b-tch ON WEE JOHNNY Hic jacet wee Johnnie. WHOE'ER thou art, O reader, know That Death has murder'd Johnny! An' here his body lies fu' low FOR G. H., ESQ. THE poor man weeps here Gn sleeps, Whom canting wretches blam'd: But with such as he, where'er he be, ON A WAG IN MAUCHLINE. LAMENT him, Mauchline husbands a', For had ye staid whole weeks awa', Your wives, they ne'er had miss'd ye. Ye Mauchline bairns, as on ye pass ON JOHN DOVE, INN-KEEPER, MAUCHLINE, HERE lies Johnny Pidgeon; Whae'er desires to ken, To some other warl' Maun follow the carl, For here Johnny Pidgeon had nane Strong ale was ablution, Small beer persecution, A dram was memento mori; But a full flowing bowl Was the saving his soul, ON WALTER S— Sic a reptile was Wat, -d him, "In his flesh there's a famine," A starv'd reptile cries; ON A HENPECKED COUNTRY SQUIRE As father Adam first was fool'd, A case that's still too common, EPIGRAM ON SAID OCCASION. O DEATH! hadst thou but spar'd his life, We freely wad exchang'd the wife, And a' been weel content. Ev'n as he is, cauld in his graff, ANOTHER. ONE Queen Artemisa, as old stories tell, When depriv'd of her husband she loved so well, In respect for the love and affection he'd show'd her, She reduc'd him to dust, and she drank up the powder. But Queen N*******, of a diff'rent complexion, Would have eat her dead lord, on a slender pre tence, Not to show her respect, but to save the ex pense! ON THE DEATH OF A LAP-DOG NAMED ECHO. IN wood and wild, ye warbling throng, Now half extinct your pow'rs of song, Ye jarring screeching things around, Now half your din of tuneless sound IMPROMPTU ON MRS. 'S BIRTH-DAY, 4TH NOVEMBER, 1793. OLD Winter, with his frosty beard, Now, Jove, for once, be mighty civil; That brilliant gift will so enrich me, Spring, Summer, Autumn, cannot match me, "Tis done, says Jove; so ends my story And Winter once rejoic'd in glory. |