Your galloping through public places,
Have sic parade, and pomp, and art,
The joy can scarcely reach the heart.
Burns—Twa Dogs.
11. Thou'st never bent at glory's shrine,
To wealth thou'st never bow'd the knee,
Beauty has heard no vows of thine,
Thou lovest ease.
R. H. Wilde.
12. A gentleman of all Temperance.