Epistle To Davie, A Brother Poet(3/11)
beg.
to lie in kilns and barns at e'en,
when banes are craz'd, and bluid is thin,
is doubtless, great distress!
yet then tent could make us blest;
ev'n then, sometimes, we'd snatch a taste
of truest happiness.
the ho heart that's free frae a'
intended fraud uile,
however fortune kick the ba',
has aye some cause to smile;
an' mind still, you'll find still,
a fort this nae sma';
nae mair then we'll care then,
nae farther we fa'.
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