“ Let who will complain of the troubles they meet
they re matter of laughter to me:
A dash of the bitter the sweet makes more sweet
I therefore contented will be.
If Fortune looks kindly I ll bask in her smiles;
if frowning—my comfort is still,
That life's but a span and good humour beguiles
the time be it bad as it will
My Friend proves unfaithful I ll seek out a new,
nor trouble my head about that ”

“ Nor eating care gat footing there,
But friendship rare, aye found sincere,
And hearts wothout a fiaw, man.
To cringing courtiers, kings may b’aw
How rich they are an’ great man,
But kings could match na us at a’. ”

“ Now wad ye profit by my loss?—
then, tak advice frae me. man.
And ne’er let common sense tak wing
on fumes o' barley-bree man;
For drink can heeze a man sae high,
vs mak his head maist touch the sky. ”