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Epigram At Roslin Inn
My blessings on ye, honest wife!
I ne'er was here before;
Ye've wealth o' gear for spoon and knife--
Heart could not wish for more.
Heav'n keep you clear o' sturt and strife,
Till far ayont fourscore,
And while I toddle on thro' life,
I'll ne'er gae by your door!


Epigram Addressed To An Artist
Dear _____, I'll gie ye some advice,
You'll tak it no uncivil:
You shouldna paint at angels mair,
But try and paint the devil.
To paint an Angel's kittle wark,
Wi' Nick, there's little danger:
You'll easy draw a lang-kent face,
But no sae weel a stranger.--R. B.


The Book-Worms
Through and through th' inspir'd leaves,
Ye maggots, make your windings;
But O respect his lordship's taste,
And spare his golden bindings.


On Elphinstone's Translation Of Martial's Epigrams
O Thou whom Poetry abhors,
Whom Prose has turned out of doors,
Heard'st thou yon groan?--proceed no further,
'Twas laurel'd Martial calling murther.


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