ply ev'ry art o' legal thieving;
no matter—stick to sound believing.
learn three-mile pray'rs, an' half-mile graces,
wi' weel-spread looves, an' ng, wry faces;
grunt up a solemhen'd groan,
and damn a' parties but your own;
i'll warrant they ye're nae deceiver,
a steady, sturdy, staunch believer.
o ye wha leave the springs o' calvin,
fumlie dubs of your ain delvin!
ye sons of heresy and error,
ye'll some day squeel in quaking terror,
when vengeance draws the sword in wrath.
and in the fire throws the she
A Dedication(5/10)