Second Epistle To J. Lapraik（3 / 4）

  but yet, despite the kittle kimmer,
  i, rob, am here.
  do ye envy the city gent,
  behint a kist to lie an' sklent;
  or pursue-proud, big wi' cent. per cent.
  an' muckle wame,
  in some bit brugh to represent
  a bailie's name?
  or is't the paughty, feudal thane,
  wi' ruffl'd sark an' glancing cane,
  wha thinks himsel nae sheep-shank bane,
  but lordly stalks;
  while caps and bonnets aff are taen,
  as by he walks?
  “o thou wha gies us each guid gift!
  gie me o' wit an' sense a lift,
  then turn me, if thou please, adrift,
  thro' scotland wide;
  wi' cits nor lairds i wadna shift,
  in a' their pride!”
  were this the charter of our state,
  “on pain o' hell be rich an' great,”
  damnation then would be our fate,
  beyond remead;
  but, thanks to heaven, that's no the gate
  we learn our creed.
  for thus the royal mandate ran,
  when first the human race began;
  “the social, friendly, honest man,
  whate'er he be— ↑返回顶部↑