Morality, Thou Deadly Bane,thy Tens O' Thousands

Yon Rosebuds In The Morning-dew, How Pure Amang The Leaves Sae Green!

How Wretched Is The Person Who Hangs On By The Favors Of The Powerful.

Oatcakes Are A Delicate Relish When Eaten Warm With Ale.

For Thus The Royal Mandate Ran, When First The Human Race Began, "the Social, Friendly Honest Man, Whate'er He Be, Tis He Fulfils Great Nature's Plan, And None But He!"

I Love Drinking Now And Then. It Defecates The Standing Pool Of Thought. A Man Perpetually In The Paroxysm And Fears Of Inebriety Is Like A Half-drowned Stupid Wretch Condemned To Labor Unceasingly In Water; But A Now-and-then Tribute To Bacchus Is Like The Cold Bath, Bracing And Invigorating.