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Address to the Unco Gude,
or,
THE RIGIDLY RIGHTEOUS.
My son, these Maxims mak a rule,
And lump them a' thegither;
The Rigid Righteous is a fool,
The Rigid Wise anither:
The cleanest corn that e'er was dight,
May hae some piles o' caff in;
Sae ne'er a follow-creature slight
For random fits o' daffin.
Solomon—Eccls. vii. 16.
And lump them a' thegither;
The Rigid Righteous is a fool,
The Rigid Wise anither:
The cleanest corn that e'er was dight,
May hae some piles o' caff in;
Sae ne'er a follow-creature slight
For random fits o' daffin.
Solomon—Eccls. vii. 16.
O Ye wha are sae gude yoursel,
Sae pious, and sae holy,
You've nought to do but mark and tell
Your neighbour's faults and folly!
Whause life is like a weel-gaun mill,
Supply'd wi' store o' water,
The heapet happer's ebbing still,
And still the clap plays clatter.
Sae pious, and sae holy,
You've nought to do but mark and tell
Your neighbour's faults and folly!
Whause life is like a weel-gaun mill,
Supply'd wi' store o' water,
The heapet happer's ebbing still,
And still the clap plays clatter.
Hear me, ye venerable Core,
As Counsel for poor mortals,
That frequent pass douce Wisdom's door,
For glaiket Folly's portals:
I, for their thoughtless, careless sakes,
Wad here propone defences,
Their donsie tricks, their black mistakes,
Their failings and mischances.
As Counsel for poor mortals,
That frequent pass douce Wisdom's door,
For glaiket Folly's portals:
I, for their thoughtless, careless sakes,
Wad here propone defences,
Their donsie tricks, their black mistakes,
Their failings and mischances.
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