The friend of man, the friend of truth,
The friend of age, and guide of youth:
Few hearts like his, with virtue warm’d,
Few heads with knowledge so informed:
If there’s another world, he lives in bliss;
If there is none, he made the best of this.
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Alias, Laird M’Gaun,Was here to hire yon lad away‘Bout whom ye spak the tither day,An’ wad hae don’t aff han’;But lest he learn the callan tricks—An’ faith I muckle doubt him—Like scrapin out auld Crummie’s nicks,An’ tellin lies about them;As lieve then, I’d have thenYour clerkship he should sair,If sae be ye may beNot fitted…
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WHOE’ER thou art, O reader, know
An’ here his body lies fu’ low;For saul he ne’er had ony.