Coin their fresh tales, and live upon the lie.
Like bees for honey, forth for news they spring—
Industrious creatures! ever on the wing;
Home to their several cells they bear the store,
Culled of all kinds, then roam abroad for more.
George Crabbe.
ADDRESS TO THE UNCO GUID, OR THE RIGIDLY RIGHTEOUS
OH, ye wha are sae guid yoursel’,
Sae pious an’ sae holy,