THE BOOK WORMS
Through and through the inspir'd leaves,
Ye maggots, make your windings;
But oh! respect his lordship's taste,
And spare his golden bindings.


LINES COMPOSED ON THE WINDOW OF THE GLOBE TAVERN, DUMFRIES
In politics if thou would'st mix,
And mean thy fortunes be;
Bear this in mind: Be deaf and blind,
Let great folks hear and see.