Epistle To A Young Friend（2 / 3）
a man may hae an honest heart,
tho' poortith hourly stare him;
a man may tak a neibor's part,
yet hae nae cash to spare him.
aye free, aff-han', your story tell,
when wi' a bosom crony;
but still keep something to yoursel',
ye scarcely tell to ony:
conceal yoursel' as weel's ye can
frae critical dissection;
but keek thro' ev'ry other man,
wi' sharpen'd, sly inspection.
the sacred lowe o' weel-plac'd love,
luxuriantly indulge it;
but never tempt th' illicit rove,
tho' naething should divulge it:
i waive the quantum o' the sin,
the hazard of concealing;
but, och! it hardens a' within,
and petrifies the feeling!
to catch dame fortune's golden smile,
assiduous wait upon her;
and gather gear by ev'ry wile
that's justified by honour;
not for to hide it in a hedge,
nor for a train attendant;
but for the glorious privilege
of being independent.
the fear o' hell's a hangman's whip,
to haud the wretch in order; ↑返回顶部↑
tho' poortith hourly stare him;
a man may tak a neibor's part,
yet hae nae cash to spare him.
aye free, aff-han', your story tell,
when wi' a bosom crony;
but still keep something to yoursel',
ye scarcely tell to ony:
conceal yoursel' as weel's ye can
frae critical dissection;
but keek thro' ev'ry other man,
wi' sharpen'd, sly inspection.
the sacred lowe o' weel-plac'd love,
luxuriantly indulge it;
but never tempt th' illicit rove,
tho' naething should divulge it:
i waive the quantum o' the sin,
the hazard of concealing;
but, och! it hardens a' within,
and petrifies the feeling!
to catch dame fortune's golden smile,
assiduous wait upon her;
and gather gear by ev'ry wile
that's justified by honour;
not for to hide it in a hedge,
nor for a train attendant;
but for the glorious privilege
of being independent.
the fear o' hell's a hangman's whip,
to haud the wretch in order; ↑返回顶部↑