Epistle To James Smith（1 / 6）
epistle to james smith
friendship, mysterious cement of the soul!
sweet'ner of life, and solder of society!
i owe thee much—blair.
dear smith, the slee'st, pawkie thief,
that e'er attempted stealth or rief!
ye surely hae some warlock-brief
owre human hearts;
for ne'er a bosom yet was prief
against your arts.
for me, i swear by sun an' moon,
an' ev'ry star that blinks aboon,
ye've cost me twenty pair o' shoon,
just gaun to see you;
an' ev'ry ither pair that's done,
mair taen i'm wi' you.
that auld, capricious carlin, nature,
to mak amends for scrimpit stature,
she's turn'd you off, a human creature
on her first plan,
and in her freaks, on ev'ry feature
she's wrote the man.
just now i've ta'en the fit o' rhyme,
my barmie noddle's working prime.
my fancy yerkit up sublime,
wi' hasty summon;
hae ye a leisure-moment's time
to hear what's comin?
some rhyme a neibor's name to lash;
some rhyme (vain thought!) for needfu' cash; ↑返回顶部↑
friendship, mysterious cement of the soul!
sweet'ner of life, and solder of society!
i owe thee much—blair.
dear smith, the slee'st, pawkie thief,
that e'er attempted stealth or rief!
ye surely hae some warlock-brief
owre human hearts;
for ne'er a bosom yet was prief
against your arts.
for me, i swear by sun an' moon,
an' ev'ry star that blinks aboon,
ye've cost me twenty pair o' shoon,
just gaun to see you;
an' ev'ry ither pair that's done,
mair taen i'm wi' you.
that auld, capricious carlin, nature,
to mak amends for scrimpit stature,
she's turn'd you off, a human creature
on her first plan,
and in her freaks, on ev'ry feature
she's wrote the man.
just now i've ta'en the fit o' rhyme,
my barmie noddle's working prime.
my fancy yerkit up sublime,
wi' hasty summon;
hae ye a leisure-moment's time
to hear what's comin?
some rhyme a neibor's name to lash;
some rhyme (vain thought!) for needfu' cash; ↑返回顶部↑