XXIII.
To Furius satirically praising his Poverty.
Furius! Nor chest, nor slaves can claim,
Bug, Spider, nor e'en hearth aflame,
Yet thine a sire and step-dame who
Wi' tooth can ever flint-food chew!
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So thou, and pleasant happy life
Lead wi' thy parent's wooden wife.
Nor this be marvel: hale are all,