Sae when e'er company came in, And muckle mense *. Left confcience judge †, it was a' ane My bennison come on good doers, Who spend their cafh on bawds and whores; Foul fa' the quacks wha that fire smoors ‡, My malifon light ilka day On them that drink and dinna pay, But tak' a fnack and run away; May * Much good-breeding. It was her ufual way of vindicating herself, to tell ye, "When company came to her houfe, could he be fo uncivil 86 as to turn them out?—If they did any bad thing," said she, "between God and their confcience be it." Such quacks as bind up the external fymptoms of the dif cafe, and drive it inward to the ftrong holds, whence it is not fo eafily expelled. May 't be their hap Never to want a gonorrhea, Lafs, gi'e us in anither gill, A mutchken, jo, let 's tak' our fill; Let Death fyne registrate his bill Whan I want fenfe, I'll flip away with better will, Quo' Lucky Spence. 1728. THE LAST SPEECH OF A WRETCHED MISER. O DOOL! and am I forc'd to die, My goud! my bands! alackanie! For you I labour'd night and day, my For you on ftinking caff I lay, And for your fake fed mony a flea Like Tantalus, I lang have stood Yet ne'er was able for my blood, To ware ae drap on claiths or food, Or Or like the wiffen'd beardless wights, Thus did I watch lang days and nights Altho' my annual rents could feed My pouch produc'd an ingan head, To keep you cofie in a hoord, Wha for a doller might have cur'd I never wore my claiths with brushing, Away my coin, To find out wit or mirth by clafhing O'er dearthfu' wine. VOL. I. X Abiet Abiet my pow was bald and bare, As meikle as wad dine, and mair, Nor kept I fervants, tales to tell, Baith cheap and bright, A fish-head, when it 'gins to smell, What reafon can I shaw, quo' ye, Sae rich in coin? That's mair than can be gi'en by me, Some faid my looks were groff and fowr, I own it was na in my pow'r, My fears to ding; Wherefore I never could endure To laugh or fing. I ever |