Part 77 (1/2)

_To a Mouse_.

The best laid schemes o' mice an' men Gang aft a-gley; An' lea'e us naught but grief and pain For promised joy.

_Scots wha hae_.

Let us do, or die!

_Address to the Unco Guid_.

Then gently scan your brother man, Still gentler, sister woman; Though they may gang a kennin' wrang To step aside is human.

_On Captain Grose's Peregrinations through Scotland_.

If there's a hole in a' your coats, I rede you tent it; A chiel's amang you takin' notes, An', faith, he'll prent it.

_To a Louse_.

O wad some power the giftie gie us, To see oursel's as others see us!

It wad frae monie a blunder free us, An' foolish notion.

_Epistle to a Young Friend_.

The fear o' h.e.l.l 's a hangman's whip To haud the wretch in order; But where ye feel your honor grip, Let that aye be your border.

_The Twa Dogs_.

His locked, lettered, braw bra.s.s collar Shawed him the gentleman and scholar.

_Epistle to James Smith_.

O Life! how pleasant in thy morning, Young Fancy's rays the hills adorning!

Cold, pausing Caution's lesson scorning, We frisk away, Like schoolboys at th' expected warning.