[A friend asked the poet why God made Miss Davies so little, and a lady who was with her, so large: before the ladies, who had just passed the window, were out of sight, the following answer was recorded on a pane of glass.]
Ask why God made the gem so small,
And why so huge the granite?
Because God meant mankind should set
The higher value on it.
XXXVI.
SPOKEN,
ON BEING APPOINTED TO THE EXCISE.
[Burns took no pleasure in the name of gauger: the situation was unworthy of him, and he seldom hesitated to say so.]
Searching auld wives’ barrels,
Och—hon! the day!
That clarty barm should stain my laurels;
But—what’ll ye say!
These movin’ things ca’d wives and weans
Wad move the very hearts o’ stanes!