Yon Rosebuds In The Morning-dew, How Pure

All-cheering Plenty, With Her Flowing Horn, Led Yellow Autumn, Wreath'd With Nodding Corn.

Life Is But A Day At Most.

[scottish Songs] Are, I Own, Frequently Wild, & Unreduceable To The More Modern Rules; But On That Very Eccentricity, Perhaps, Depends A Great Part Of Their Effect.

Here's To Us, Who's Like Us Damn Few, And They're All Dead.

They Never Sought In Vain That Sought The Lord Alright!