Tied up in godly laces,
Before ye gie poor Frailty names,
Suppose a change o' cases;
A dear lov'd lad, convenience snug,
A treacherous inclination—
But, let me whisper i' your lug, ear
Ye're aiblins nae temptation. perhaps
Then gently scan your brother man,
Still gentler sister woman;
Tho' they may gang a kennin wrang, trifle