“ Her sons, as they slept in the dale.
"Sleep on!" thus began the celestial dame,
"And loll at your ease while you may,
"For the blast which shall wither the flow'r of your fame,
"To your shores has directed its way.
"The Prince of Ambition, the Agent of Fate,
"Its decrees for a time shall fulfil:
"For Kings he can conquer, and Kingdoms create,
"And plant upon Thrones whom he will.
"The proud he can humble, the strong he can shake ”

“ Saw ye my true love down on yon lee?'
Cross'd the the meadow yestereen, at the glooming,
⁠Sought the the burnie where flow'rs the haw-tree?
"Her hair is lint-white! her skin is milk white!
⁠"Dark is the blue o' her fast rolling e'e! ”

“ OF the ancients its speaking, my soul you'd be after,
⁠That they never got how come you lo,
Would you seriously make the good folks die with laughter
⁠To be sure their dog tricks we don't know:
⁠To be sure their dog tricks we don't know.
With your smalliliow nonsense, and all your queer bodderns
⁠Since whisky's a liquor divine:
To be sure the old ancients as well as the moderns,
⁠Did not love a sly sup of good wine ”

“ And we'll speedily prove to this Mock Alexander,
What was sauce for the goose, will be sauce for the gander
⁠I have heard and have read in a great many books,
Half the Frenchmen are Taylors, & t'other half Cooks ”