Another gives his view of his equipment:
The star that rules my luckless lot,
Has fated me the russet coat,
An' damned my fortune to the groat;
But, in requit,
Has blest me with a random-shot
O' countra wit. country
Then he passes from literary considerations to his general philosophy of life:
But why o' death begin a tale?
Just now we're living sound an' hale;