Gars Auld Claes Look Amaist As Weel's

Some Books Are Lies Frae End To End.

If There 's A Hole In A' Your Coats, I Rede Ye Tent It; A Chiel 's Amang Ye Takin' Notes, And, Faith, He 'll Prent It.

To Make Three Guineas Do The Work Of Five.

In Durance Vile 1here Must I Wake And Weep, And All My Frowsy Couch In Sorrow Steep.

Here's To Us, Who's Like Us Damn Few, And They're All Dead.