The joy of joys!
Here, as often, he contrasts his own reckless impulsive temper with that of prudent calculation:
With steady aim, some Fortune chase;
Keen Hope does ev'ry sinew brace;
Thro' fair, thro' foul, they urge the race,
And seize the prey:
Then cannie, in some cozie place, quietly
They close the day.
And others, like your humble servan',
Poor wights! nae rules nor roads observin',