1728. TO MR. POPE. THREE times I've read your Iliad o'er : The first time pleas'd me well; New beauties unobferv'd before, Next pleas'd me better still, Again I try'd to find a flaw, The third time pleas'd me beft of a', Henceforward I 'll not tempt my fate, And read and write nae mair. WROTE ON LADY SOMERVILLE'S BOOK OF SCOTS SANGS. GAE, canty book, and win a name; Nae lyrics e'er fhall ding thee: Which her sweet voice can cover, AN EPIGRAM. MINERVA wand'ring in a myrtle grove, Love leads her beauty, which eclipses thine. 1728. ON THE MARQUIS OF ANNANDALE'S CONVEYING ME A PRESENT OF GUINEAS IN MY SNUFF-BOX, AFTER HE HAD TAKEN ALL THE SNUFF. THE Chief requir'd my fnishing-mill, And well it was bestow'd; The Patron, by the rarest skill, Turn'd all the fnuff to gowd. Gowd ftampt with royal Anna's face, The pictures fmil'd, gi'en with fuch grace, Sure thus the patronizing Roman That there are patrons yet for me, Since Annandale gives gowd as free TO MRS. M. M ON HER PAINTING, To paint his Venus, auld Apelles Wal'd a' the bonny maids of Greece: Thou needs nae mair but paint thyfell, lass, To ding the painter and his piece. ON MR. DRUMMOND'S BEING APPOINTED A COMMISSIONER OF THE CUSTOMS, THE good are glad when merit meets reward, Will ficken at the success of a brother. Hence I am pleas'd to find myself right class'd, Even by this mark, that 's worthy of observing; It gives me joy, the patent lately pass'd In favour of dear Drummond, most deserving. ON THE DUKE OF HAMILTON'S SHOOTING AN ARROW THROUGH THE NECK OF AN EEL. As from a bow a fatal flane, Sae mae the patriot's power and art That drumble at the commonweal: Tho' they as ony eels are slid, And thro' what 's vile can fcud, A bolt may reach them, tho' deep hid, |