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To the Ph--- an ODE.
Vides ut alta stet nive candidum
Soracte ------
Horace.
Soracte ------
Horace.
Look up to Pentland's towring Taps,
Buried beneath great Wreaths of Snaw,
O'er ilka Cleugh, ilk Scar and Slap,
As high as ony Roman Wa'.
Buried beneath great Wreaths of Snaw,
O'er ilka Cleugh, ilk Scar and Slap,
As high as ony Roman Wa'.
Driving their Baws frae Whins or Tee,
There's no ae Gowfer to be seen,
Nor dousser Fowk wysing a Jee
The Byas Bouls on Tamson's Green.
There's no ae Gowfer to be seen,
Nor dousser Fowk wysing a Jee
The Byas Bouls on Tamson's Green.
Then fling on Coals, and ripe the Ribs,
And beek the House baith Butt and Ben,
That Mutchken Stoup it hads but Dribs,
Then let's get in the tappit Hen.
And beek the House baith Butt and Ben,
That Mutchken Stoup it hads but Dribs,
Then let's get in the tappit Hen.
Good Claret best keeps out the Cauld,
And drives away the Winter soon,
It makes a Man baith gash and bauld,
And heaves his Saul beyond the Moon.
And drives away the Winter soon,
It makes a Man baith gash and bauld,
And heaves his Saul beyond the Moon.
Leave to the Gods your ilka Care,
If that they think us worth their While,
They can a Rowth of Blessings spare,
Which will our fashious Fears beguile.
If that they think us worth their While,
They can a Rowth of Blessings spare,
Which will our fashious Fears beguile.
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For what they have a Mind to do,
That will they do, should we gang wood,
If they command the Storms to blaw,
Then upo' sight the Hailstains thud.
That will they do, should we gang wood,
If they command the Storms to blaw,
Then upo' sight the Hailstains thud.
But soon as e'er they cry, Bequiet,
The blatt'ring Winds dare nae mair move,
But cour into their Caves, and wait
The high Command of supreme Jove.
The blatt'ring Winds dare nae mair move,
But cour into their Caves, and wait
The high Command of supreme Jove.
Let neist Day come as it thinks fit,
The present Minute's only ours,
On Pleasure let's imploy our Wit,
And laugh at Fortune's feckless Power.
The present Minute's only ours,
On Pleasure let's imploy our Wit,
And laugh at Fortune's feckless Power.
Be sure ye dinna quat the Grip
Of ilka Joy when ye are young,
Before auld Age your Vitals nip,
And lay ye twafald o'er a Rung.
Of ilka Joy when ye are young,
Before auld Age your Vitals nip,
And lay ye twafald o'er a Rung.
Sweet Youth's a blyth and heartsome Time,
Then Lads and Lasses while it's May,
Gae pou the Gowan in its Prime,
Before it wither and decay.
Then Lads and Lasses while it's May,
Gae pou the Gowan in its Prime,
Before it wither and decay.
Watch the saft Minutes of Delyte,
When Jenny speaks beneath her Breath,
And kisses, laying a the wyte
On you if she kepp ony Skaith.
When Jenny speaks beneath her Breath,
And kisses, laying a the wyte
On you if she kepp ony Skaith.
Haith ye're ill bred, she'll smiling say,
Ye'll worry me ye greedy Rook;
Syne frae your Arms she'll rin away,
And hide her sell in some dark Nook:
Ye'll worry me ye greedy Rook;
Syne frae your Arms she'll rin away,
And hide her sell in some dark Nook:
Her Laugh will lead you to the Place
Where lies the Happiness ye want,
And plainly tells you to your Face,
Nineteen Nay-says are haff a Grant.
Where lies the Happiness ye want,
And plainly tells you to your Face,
Nineteen Nay-says are haff a Grant.
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Now to her heaving Bosom cling,
And sweetly toolie for a Kiss,
Frae her fair Finger whop a Ring,
As Taiken of a future Bliss.
And sweetly toolie for a Kiss,
Frae her fair Finger whop a Ring,
As Taiken of a future Bliss.
These Bennisons, I'm very sure,
Are of the Gods indulgent Grant;
Then surly Carles, whisht, forbear
To plague us with your whining Cant.
Are of the Gods indulgent Grant;
Then surly Carles, whisht, forbear
To plague us with your whining Cant.
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