Yet all beneath th' unrivall'd Rofe,
C The lowly Daify fweetly blows;
Tho' large the foreft's Monarch throws
His army fhade,

Yet green the juicy Hawthorn grows,

Adown the glade.

< Then never murmur nor repine; • Strive in thy humble sphere to shine; ← And trust me, not Poteft's mine,

Nor King's regard,

Can give a blifs o'ermatching thine,

A ruftic Bard.

• To give my counsels all in one, Thy tuneful fame ftill careful fan; Preferve the dignity of Man,

With Soul erect;

And truft the Univerfal Plan.

Will all protect.

And wear thou this-fhe folemn faid,
And bound the Holly round my head:
The polifhed leaves, and berries red,

Did ruftling play;
And, like a paffing thought the fled
In light away.

ADDRESS TO THE

UNCO GUID,

OR

THE RIGIDLY RIGHTEOUS..

My Son, thefe Maxims make a rule,
And lump them ay thegither:
The Rigid Righteous is a fool,

The Rigid Wife anither :

The cleaneft corn that e'er was dight
May hae fome pyles o''caff in
So`ne'er a fellow-creature flight
For random fits o' daffin.

SOLOMON.-ECCLES. CH. VIL

OYE wha are fae guid yoursel

Sae pious and fae holy,

Ye've nought to do but mark and tell

Your neebours' fauts and folly; Whafe life is like a wheel-gaun mill, Supply'd wi' ftore o' water,"

The heapet happer's ebbing still,

And ftill the clap plays clatter.

II.

Hear me, ye venerable core,

As counfel for poor mortals
That frequent pafs douce Wifdom's door
For glakit Folly's portals;

I, for their thoughtlefs, carelefs fakes,
Would here propone defences,

Their donfie tricks, their black mistakes,
Their failings and mifchances.

III.

Ye fee your state wi' theirs compar'd,

And fhudder at the niffer,

But caft a moment's fair regard

What makes the mighty differ; Difcount what fcant occafion gave, That purity ye pride in,

And (what's aft mair than a' the leave) Your better art o' hiding.

IV.

Think, when your caftigated pulfe
Gies now and then a wallop,
What ragings muft his veins convulfe
That still eternal gallop:
Wi' wind and tide fair i' your tail,

Right on ye fcud your fea-way;
But, in the teeth o'baith to fail,

It makes an unco leeway,

V.

See, Social Life and Glee fit down
All joyous and unthinking,
Till, quite tranfmugrify'd, they're grown
Debauchery and drinking:

O would they stay to calculate

Th' eternal confequences;

Or your more dreaded h-ll to ftate,
Damnation of expences!

VI.

Ye high, exalted, virtuous Dames,
Ty'd up in godly laces;

Before ye gie poor Frailty names,
Suppofe a change o' cafes;

A dear-lov'd lad, convenience fnug,
A treacherous inclination-

But let me whifper i your lug,

Ye're ablins nae temptation.

VII.

Then gently fean your brother Man,

Still gentler fifter Woman;

Tho' they may gang

a-kennin wrang

To ftep afide is human:

One point must ftill be greatly dark,

The moving Why they do it;

And just as lamely can ye mark,
How far perhaps they rue it.

VIII.

Who made the Heart, 'tis He alone
Decidedly can try us,

He knows each chord, its various tone,

Each spring its various bias: Then at the balance let's be mute, We never can adjust it ;

What's done we partly may compute, But know not what's refifted.