“ Firm and unshaken as a marble rock.
⁠Fame’s trumpet shall thy praise thro’ ages sound,
And please discernment with its grateful blast;
Thy merit shall in hist’ry’s page be found,
When hosry headed Nature groans her last. ”

“ It's this that will make ye respeckit an happy
⁠An' fortune may aid you altho' she's a taupie,
But rather chace knots in youi niggard brose cappie
⁠Than growl tho' your rulers in luxuries swim.
Ilk part o' creation is ruled by another.
⁠The small birds maun yield to the howlets and hawks ;
Then though you may think a great man your brither,
⁠You dare not cry too at a deed that he acts. ”

“ I'm neither Pope nor Cardinal,
⁠Nor one of high degree.
You’ll find displeasure every where
⁠Then do as I have done,
E’en tune your pipe and please you self,
With John of Badenyon.
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago. ”