Epistle To John Rankine（1 / 3）
epistle to john rankine
enclosing some poems
o rough, rude, ready-witted rankine,
the wale o' cocks for fun an' drinkin!
there's mony godly folks are thinkin,
your dreams and tricks
will send you, korah-like, a-sinkin
straught to auld nick's.
ye hae saw mony cracks an' cants,
and in your wicked, drucken rants,
ye mak a devil o' the saunts,
an' fill them fou;
and then their failings, flaws, an' wants,
are a' seen thro'.
hypocrisy, in mercy spare it!
that holy robe, o dinna tear it!
spare't for their sakes, wha aften wear it—
the lads in black;
but your curst wit, when it comes near it,
rives't aff their back.
think, wicked sinner, wha ye're skaithing:
it's just the blue-gown badge an' claithing
o' saunts; tak that, ye lea'e them naething
to ken them by
frae ony unregenerate heathen,
like you or i.
i've sent you here some rhyming ware,
a' that i bargain'd for, an' mair;
sae, when ye hae an hour to spare,
i will expect, ↑返回顶部↑
enclosing some poems
o rough, rude, ready-witted rankine,
the wale o' cocks for fun an' drinkin!
there's mony godly folks are thinkin,
your dreams and tricks
will send you, korah-like, a-sinkin
straught to auld nick's.
ye hae saw mony cracks an' cants,
and in your wicked, drucken rants,
ye mak a devil o' the saunts,
an' fill them fou;
and then their failings, flaws, an' wants,
are a' seen thro'.
hypocrisy, in mercy spare it!
that holy robe, o dinna tear it!
spare't for their sakes, wha aften wear it—
the lads in black;
but your curst wit, when it comes near it,
rives't aff their back.
think, wicked sinner, wha ye're skaithing:
it's just the blue-gown badge an' claithing
o' saunts; tak that, ye lea'e them naething
to ken them by
frae ony unregenerate heathen,
like you or i.
i've sent you here some rhyming ware,
a' that i bargain'd for, an' mair;
sae, when ye hae an hour to spare,
i will expect, ↑返回顶部↑