Damnation of expenses!
Ye high, exalted, virtuous dames,
Tied up in godly laces,
Before ye gi'e poor frailty names,
Suppose a change o' cases;
A dear loved lad, convenience snug,
A treacherous inclination—
But, let me whisper i' your lug[221],
Ye'er aiblins[222] nae temptation.
Then gently scan your brother man,