Beauty's Of A Fading Nature. Has A

The Great Creator To Revere Must Sure Become The Creature; But Still The Preaching Cant Forbear, And Ev'n The Rigid Feature: Yet Ne'er With Wits Profane To Range Be Complaisance Extended;an Atheist Laugh's A Poor Exchange For Deity Offended.

I Look On The Opposite Sex With Something Like The Admiration With Which I Regard The Starry Sky On A Frosty December Night. I Admire The Beauty Of The Creator's Workmanship, I Am Charmed With The Wild But Graceful Eccentricity Of The Motions, And Then I Wish Both Of Them Goodnight.

To Step Aside Is Human.

Gie Me Ae Spark O' Nature's Fire, That's A' The Learning I Desire.

Inspiring Bold Johnbarleycorn! What Dangers Thou Canst Make Us Scorn! Wi' Usquebae, We'll Face The Devil!