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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=116562" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Epistle to Dr. Blacklock</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wow, but your letter made me vauntie!<br>And are ye hale, and weel and cantie?<br>I ken'd it still, your wee bit jauntie<br>Wad bring ye to:<br>Lord send you aye as weel's I want ye!<br>And then ye'll do.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The ill-thief blaw the Heron south!<br>And never drink be near his drouth!<br>He tauld myself by word o' mouth,<br>He'd tak my letter;<br>I lippen'd to the chiel in trouth,<br>And bade nae better.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But aiblins, honest Master Heron<br>Had, at the time, some dainty fair one<br>To ware this theologic care on,<br>And holy study;<br>And tired o' sauls to waste his lear on,<br>E'en tried the body.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But what d'ye think, my trusty fere,<br>I'm turned a gauger-Peace be here!<br>Parnassian queans, I fear, I fear,<br>Ye'll now disdain me!<br>And then my fifty pounds a year<br>Will little gain me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ye glaikit, gleesome, dainty damies,<br>Wha, by Castalia's wimplin streamies,<br>Lowp, sing, and lave your pretty limbies,<br>Ye ken, ye ken,<br>That strang necessity supreme is<br>'Mang sons o' men.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I hae a wife and twa wee laddies;<br>They maun hae brose and brats o' duddies;<br>Ye ken yoursels my heart right proud is-<br>I need na vaunt<br>But I'll sned besoms, thraw saugh woodies,<br>Before they want.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lord help me thro' this warld o' care!<br>I'm weary sick o't late and air!<br>Not but I hae a richer share<br>Than mony ithers;<br>But why should ae man better fare,<br>And a' men brithers?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come, Firm Resolve, take thou the van,<br>Thou stalk o' carl-hemp in man!<br>And let us mind, faint heart ne'er wan<br>A lady fair:<br>Wha does the utmost that he can,<br>Will whiles do mair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But to conclude my silly rhyme<br>(I'm scant o' verse and scant o' time),<br>To make a happy fireside clime<br>To weans and wife,<br>That's the true pathos and sublime<br>Of human life.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My compliments to sister Beckie,<br>And eke the same to honest Lucky;<br>I wat she is a daintie chuckie,<br>As e'er tread clay;<br>And gratefully, my gude auld cockie,<br>I'm yours for aye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Burns">Robert Burns</a><div class=q>
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