Morality, Thou Deadly Bane,thy Tens O' Thousands

Some Hae Meat And Canna Eat, And Some Wad Eat That Want It, But We Hae Meat And We Can Eat, And Sae The Lord Be Thankit.

But Little Mouse, You Are Not Alone, In Proving Foresight May Be Vain: The Best Laid Schemes Of Mice And Men Go Often Askew, And Leave Us Nothing But Grief And Pain, For Promised Joy! Still You Are Blest, Compared With Me!

Pleasures Are Like Poppies Spread: You Seize The Flow'r, Its Bloom Is Shed.

The Lightly-jumping, Glowrin' Trouts, That Thro' My Waters Play.

Their Sighing, Canting, Grace-proud Faces, Their Three-mile Prayers, And Half-mile Graces.