My Son, these maxims make a rule,
An' lump them ay thegither:

The Rigid Righteous is a fool,
The Rigid Wise anither;

The cleanest corn that e'er was dight
May hae some pyles o' caff in;

So ne'er a fellow-creature slight
For random fits o' daffin."

SOLOMON.-Eccles., 7:16.

O ye who are sae guid yoursel,
Šae pious and sae holy,

Ye've nought to do but mark and tell
Your neebors' fauts' and folly;
Whase life is like a weel-gauns mill,.

First when Maggie was my care,
Heav'n, I thought, was in her air;
Now we're married-spier nae mair3-
But-whistle o'er the lave o't!

5 Meg was meek, and Meg was mild,
Sweet and harmless as a child:
Wiser men than me's beguil'd—
Whistle o'er the lave o't!

How we live, my Meg and me, 10 How we love, and how we gree,9 I care na by1o how few may see

Whistle o'er the lave o't!

Wha I wish were maggots' meat, Dish'd up in her winding-sheet, 15 I could write-but Meg wad see'tWhistle o'er the lave o't!