Nae Man Can Tether Time Or Tide.

That Hour O' Night's Black Arch The Keystane.

But Pleasures Are Like Poppies Spread, You Seize The Flower, It's Bloom Is Shed; Or, Like The Snow-fall In The River, A Moment White, Then Melts Forever.

The Heart That Is Generous And Kind Most Resembles God.

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

What Is Life, When Wanting Love? Night Without A Morning; Love's The Cloudless Summer Sun, Nature Gay Adorning.