Wi’ mercies temp’ral and divine,
That I for gear and grace may shine,
Excelled by nane,
An’ a’ the glory shall be thine,
Amen, Amen.
ADDRESS TO THE TOOTHACHE
My curse upon thy venomed stang,
That shoots my tortured gums alang;
An’ through my lugs gies mony a twang,
Wi’ gnawing vengeance!