LINES WRITTEN ON THE WINDOW OF THE GLOBE TAVERN, DUMFRIES. THE graybeard, Old Wisdom, may boast of his treasures, I grant him his calm-blooded, time-settled pleasures, EPIGRAM ON CAPTAIN FRANCIS GROSE, THE CELEBRATED ANTIQUARY. THE Devil got notice that Grose was a-dying, So whip! at the summons, old Satan came flying; But when he approach'd where poor Francis lay moaning, LINES WRITTEN UNDER THE PICTURE OF THE CELEBRATED MISS BURNS. EPIGRAM ON ELPHINSTONE'S TRANSLATION OF MARTIAL'S EPIGRAMS. THOU whom Poetry abhors, Whom Prose had turned out of doors, Heard'st thou that groan?- proceed no further, EPITAPH ON A COUNTRY LAIRD, NOT QUITE SO WISE AS SOLOMON. BLESS Jesus Christ, O Cardoness, Who said that not the soul alone, For had he said, 'The soul alone Alas, alas! O Cardoness, Then thou hadst slept for ever! EPITAPH ON A NOISY POLEMIC. BELOW thir stanes lie Jamie's banes: Thou ne'er took such a bleth'rin bitch EPITAPH ON WEE JOHNNY. Hic jacet wee Johnny. WHOE'ER thou art, O reader, know For saul he ne'er had ony. EPITAPH ON A CELEBRATED RULING ELDER. HERE Sowter Hood in Death does sleep; To Hell, if he's gane thither, Satan, gie him thy gear to keep, He'll haud it weel thegither. EPITAPH FOR ROBERT AIKEN, ESQ. KNOW thou, O stranger to the fame EPITAPH FOR GAVIN HAMILTON, ESQ. THE poor man weeps - here Gavin sleeps Whom canting wretches blam'd: But with such as he, where'er he be, EPITAPH ON MY FATHER. O YE, whose cheek the tear of pity stains, Draw near with pious rev'rence and attend! The pitying heart that felt for human woe; The friend of man, to vice alone a foe; 'For ev'n his failings lean'd to virtue's side.' EPITAPH ON A PERSON NICKNAMED 'THE MARQUIS,' WHO DESIRED BURNS TO WRITE ONE on him. HERE lies a mock Marquis whose titles were shamm'd, AT Brownhill we always get dainty good cheer, WHEN EPIGRAM. deceased, to the devil went down, 'Twas nothing would serve him but Satan's own crown, Thy fool's head,' quoth Satan, 'that crown shall wear never, I grant thou'rt as wicked, but not quite so clever.' |