Still thou art blest compar'd wi' me!
The present only toucheth thee:
But och! I backward cast my e'e
On prospects drear!
An' forward tho' I canna see,
I guess an' fear!
TO A LOUSE
On Seeing One on a Lady's Bonnet at Church
Ha! whare ye gaun, ye crowlin' ferlie! where are, going, wonder
Your impudence protects you sairly: