But point the rake that takes the door:
Be to the poor like ony whunstane,any whinstone
And haud their noses to the grunstane;hold, grindstone
Ply ev'ry art o' legal thieving;
No matter—stick to sound believing.
Learn three-mile pray'rs, an' half-mile graces,
Wi' weel-spread looves, an' lang, wry faces; palms
Grunt up a solemn, lengthen'd groan,
And damn a' parties but your own;