ON WEE JOHNNY. Hic jacet wee Johnny. WHOE'ER thou art, O reader, know For saul he ne'er had ony. ON THE DEATH OF A HENPECKED COUNTRY SQUIRE. ONE Queen Artemisia, as old stories tell, When deprived of her husband she loved so well, soul TAM THE CHAPMAN. As Tam the Chapman on a day Wi' Death forgathered by the way, Weel pleased, he greets a wight sae famous, Sae tickled Death, they couldna part: Death taks him hame to gie him quarters. met well, so no who blows home, give ON MISS J. SCOTT, OF AYR. Он, had each SCOT of ancient times, ON A WORM-EATEN EDITION OF SHAKSPEARE THROUGH and through th' inspired leaves, WRITTEN IN A COUNTRY CHURCH. A CAULD, cauld day December blew, ON A FRIEND. AN honest man here lies at rest Few hearts like his, with virtue warmed, HOWLET FACE. gone many none, knew cold How daur ye ca' me howlet-faced, dare, owl staring looking THE SOLEMN LEAGUE AND COVENANT. THE Solemn League and Covenant Cost Scotland blood-cost Scotland tears; If thou'rt a slave, indulge thy sneers. ON A CERTAIN PARSON'S LOOKS. THAT there is falsehood in his looks They say their master is a knave- ON MR M'MURDO. INSCRIBED ON A PANE OF GLASS IN HIS HOUSE. BLEST be M'Murdo to his latest day No envious cloud o'ercast his evening ray; Oh, may no son the father's honour stain, WRITTEN ON A WINDOW OF THE GLOBE TAVERN, THE graybeard, old Wisdom, may boast of his treasures, I grant him his calm-blooded, time-settled pleasures, EXCISEMEN UNIVERSAL. WRITTEN ON A WINDOW IN THE KING'S ARMS, DUMFRIES. YE men of wit and wealth, why all this sneering What premiers-what? even monarchs' mighty gaugers: excisemen ON A GROTTO IN FRIARS' CARSE GROUNDS. To Riddel, much-lamented man, Reader, dost value matchless worth? ON A NOTED COXCOMB. LIGHT lay the earth on Billy's breast, But build a castle on his head, ON A PERSON BORING A COMPANY WITH REFERENCES TO THE MANY GREAT No more of your titled acquaintances boast, ON SEEING THE BEAUTIFUL SEAT OF THE WHAT dost thou in that mansion fair?— Flit, Galloway, and find Some narrow, dirty, dungeon cave, The picture of thy mind! ON THE SAME. No Stewart art thou, Galloway, Bright ran thy line, O Galloway, TO THE SAME, ON THE AUTHOR BEING THREATENED WITH HIS RESENTMENT. SPARE me thy vengeance, Galloway; In quiet let me live: I ask no kindness at thy hand, For thou hast none to give. TO MISS JESSY LEWARS: ON A MENAGERIE OF WILD BEASTS. TALK not to me of savages From Afric's burning sun; Not even to view the heavenly choir TOAST, WRITTEN ON A CRYSTAL GOBLET. FILL me with the rosy wine, |