Allan Ramsay

“ And, wond’ring, ’tween his hands he brought it.
He view’d it round, and thrice he smelt it;
Syne with a gentle touch he felt it.
Thus ilka sense he did convene,
Lest glamour had beguil’d his een:
They all, in an united body,
Declar’d it a fine fat how-towdy. ”

“ The priest, inclos’d, stood vex’d and sweating.
“O wow! said Hab, if ane might speer,
“Dear Master James, wha brought oar cheer?
“Sic laits to us appear sae awfu’,
“We hardly think your learning lawfu’.”
“To bring your doubts to a conclusion,
“Says James, ken I’m a Rosicrusian,
“Ane of the set that never carries
“On traffic with black deils or fairies;
“There’s mony a sp'rit that’s no a deil,
“That constantly around us wheel. ”