| Thomas Humphry Ward - English poetry - 1906 - 628 pages
...ferly2 great, when nature kind Has blest them with solidity of mind ; They'll reason calmly and with kindness smile, When our short passions wad our peace...Sae, whensoe'er they slight their maiks' at hame, Tis ten to ane their wives are maist to blame. Then I'1l employ with pleasure a' my art To keep him... | |
| Margaret Lynn - English poetry - 1907 - 506 pages
...that — Dear Jenny, to be free, 160 There's some men constanter in love than we : Nor is the ferly great, when nature kind Has blest them wi' solidity...smile, When our short passions wad our peace beguile : 165 Sae, when soe'er they slight their maiks at hame, It's ten to ane the wives are maist to blame.... | |
| Margaret Lynn - English poetry - 1907 - 506 pages
...that — Dear Jenny, to be free, 160 There's some men constanter in love than we: Nor is the ferly great, when nature kind Has blest them wi' solidity...smile, When our short passions wad our peace beguile : 165 Sae, when soe'er they slight their maiks at hame, It's ten to ane the wives are maist to blame.... | |
| Delphian Society - Civilization - 1911 - 594 pages
...ferly great, when nature kind [wonder Has blest them wi' solidity o' mind. They'll reason calmly, and wi' kindness smile, When our short passions wad our...; Sae, whensoe'er they slight their maiks at hame, [mates 371 I'll ha'e a' things made ready to his will ; In winter, when he toils through wind and rain,... | |
| Alexander Mackie - 1913 - 252 pages
...kisses, hardly worth a feg ? PEGGY. Nae mair o' that Dear Jenny, to be free, They '11 reason calmly, and wi' kindness smile When our short passions wad our...; Sae, whensoe'er they slight their maiks at hame, It 's ten to ane the wives are maist to blame. Then I '11 employ wi' pleasure a' my art To keep him... | |
| English language - 1913 - 252 pages
...Nor is the ferly great, when nature kind Has blest them wi' solidity o' They '11 reason calmly, and wi' kindness smile When our short passions wad our...beguile ; Sae, whensoe'er they slight their maiks at liame, It 's ten to ane the wives are maist to blame. Then I '11 employ wi' pleasure a' my art To keep... | |
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