As counsel for poor mortals,
That frequent pass douce Wisdom's door,
For glaiket[218] Folly's portals;
I, for their thoughtless, careless sakes,
Would here propone defences,
Their donsie[219] tricks, their black mistakes
Their failings an' mischances.
Ye see your state wi' theirs compar'd,
An' shudder at the niffer[220],
But cast a moment's fair regard,