O thou grim mischief-making chiel,
That gars the notes of discord squeel,
Till daft mankind aft dance a reel

In gore a shoe-thick,

Gie a' the faes o' Scotland's weal

A towmond's9 toothache!

7 Makes.

8 Foes.

9 Year.

EPIGRAM.

JOHN DONNE.

HY flattering picture, Phryne, 's like to thee Only in this, that you both painted be.

GOETHE.

NOTHING.

TRANSLATED BY J. S. DWIGHT.

'VE set my heart upon nothing, you see;
Hurrah!

And so the world goes well with me.
Hurrah!

And who has a mind to be fellow of mine,

Why, let him take hold and help me drain
These mouldy lees of wine.

I set my heart at first upon wealth;
Hurrah!

And barter'd away my peace and health;

But, ah!

The slippery change went about like air; And when I had clutch'd me a handful here, Away it went there.

I set my heart upon woman next;
Hurrah!

For her sweet sake was oft perplex'd;
But, ah!

The false one look'd for a daintier lot,

The constant one wearied me out and out,
The best was not easily got.

I set my heart upon travels grand,

Hurrah!

And spurn'd our plain old fatherland;
But, ah!

Nought seem'd to be just the thing it should,
Most comfortless beds and indifferent food,
My tastes misunderstood.

I set my heart upon sounding fame;
Hurrah!

And, lo! I'm eclipsed by some upstart's name;
And, ah!

When in public life I loom'd quite high,
The folks that pass'd me would look awry:
Their very worst friend was I.

And then I set my heart upon war,
Hurrah!

We gain'd some battles with eclat.

Hurrah!

We troubled the foe with sword and flame,

And some of our friends fared quite the same. I lost a leg for fame.

Now I've set my heart upon nothing, you see;
Hurrah!

And the whole wide world belongs to me.
Hurrah!

The feast begins to run low, no doubt;

But at the old cask we'll have one good bout:
Come, drink the lees all out!

EPIGRAM.

O win the maid the Poet tries,

And sometimes writes to Julia's eyes ;

She likes a verse-but, cruel whim,
She still appears a-verse to him.

ROM his brimstone bed, at break of day, A-walking the Devil is gone,

To visit his snug little farm of the earth, And see how his stock goes on.