Andrew Turner was not highly appreciated by the poet, if we may judge from the following:
In seventeen hundred and forty-nine
Satan took stuff to make a swine
And cuist it in a corner;
But wilely he changed his plan
And shaped it something like a man
And called it Andrew Turner.
A MOTHERS ADDRESS TO HER INFANT.
My blessing upon thy sweet wee lippie,
My blessing upon thy bonnie e'e brie!