awa' in ng excursion,
an' worry'd ither in diversion;
until wi' daffin' weary grown
upon a khey set them down.
an' there began a ng digression.
about the “lords o' the creation.”
caesar
i've aften wonder'd, ho luath,
what sort o' life ps like you have;
an' when the gentry's life i saw,
what oor bodies liv'd ava.
our ird gets in his racked rents,
his coals, his kane, an' a' his stents:
he rises when he likes himsel';
his flunkies a the bell;
he ca's his coach; he ca
The Twa Dogs(4/18)