LVII.
ON A NOTED COXCOMB.
[Neither Ayr, Edinburgh, nor Dumfries have contested the honour of producing the person on whom these lines were written:—coxcombs are the growth of all districts.]
Light lay the earth on Willy’s breast,
His chicken-heart so tender;
But build a castle on his head,
His skull will prop it under.
LVIII.
ON SEEING THE BEAUTIFUL SEAT OF
LORD GALLOWAY.
[This, and the three succeeding Epigrams, are hasty squibs thrown amid the tumult of a contested election, and must not be taken as the fixed and deliberate sentiments of the poet, regarding an ancient and noble house.]