Life Is But A Day At Most.

Or Like The Snow Falls In The River, A Moment White-then Melts For Ever . . .

Beauty's Of A Fading Nature. Has A Season And Is Gone!

Nae Man Can Tether Time Or Tide.

Dweller In Yon Dungeon Dark, Hangman Of Creation, Mark! Who In Widow Weeds Appears, Laden With Unhonoured Years, Noosing With Care A Bursting Purse, Baited With Many A Deadly Curse?

His Locked, Lettered, Braw Brass Collar, Shewed Him The Gentleman And Scholar.