His opinions, religious and civil, I hate—
Sir, he’d make us all slaves to the church and the state!’—
‘Gude Sir,’ cries a Scot, springing up from behind,
And presenting his snuff-box, ‘you’re quite o’ my mind;
’Tho’ the Doctor would fain give our poets the law,
O’ the spirit of verse he knows nothing at a’;
In spite of his critique, I canna’ perceive
What there is in your poem of Adam and Eve:
An Ossian you read, Milton canna’ ga doun
’Tis lik after a virgin a mess o’ the toun: