There's Some Are Fou O' Love Divine;

Now Simmer Blinks On Flowery Braes, And O'er The Crystal Streamlet Plays.

Ambition Is A Meteor-gleam; Fame A Restless Airy Dream; Pleasures, Insects On The Wing Round Peace, Th' Tend Rest Flow'r Of Spring.

The Wisest Man The Warl' E'er Saw, He Dearly Loved The Lasses, O.

Suspicion Is A Heavy Armor And With Its Weight It Impedes More Than It Protects.

Just Now I've Taen The Fit O' Rhyme / My Barmie Noddle's Working Prime.