Compliments Of John Syme Of Ryedale
Lines sent with a Present of a Dozen of Porter.
O had the malt thy strength of mind,
Or hops the flavour of thy wit,
'Twere drink for first of human kind,
A gift that e'en for Syme were fit.
Jerusalem Tavern, Dumfries.
Inscription On A Goblet
There's Death in the cup, so beware!
Nay, more--there is danger in touching;
But who can avoid the fell snare,
The man and his wine's so bewitching!
Apology For Declining An Invitation To Dine
No more of your guests, be they titled or not,
And cookery the first in the nation;
Who is proof to thy personal converse and wit,
Is proof to all other temptation.
Epitaph For Mr. Gabriel Richardson
Here Brewer Gabriel's fire's extinct,
And empty all his barrels:
He's blest--if, as he brew'd, he drink,
In upright, honest morals.
Epigram On Mr. James Gracie
Gracie, thou art a man of worth,
O be thou Dean for ever!
May he be damned to hell henceforth,
Who fauts thy weight or measure!
Bonie Peg-a-Ramsay
Cauld is the e'enin blast,
O' Boreas o'er the pool,
An' dawin' it is dreary,
When birks are bare at Yule.
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