address to the unco guid, or the rigidly righteous

my son, these maxims make a rule,

an' lump them aye thegither;

the rigid righteous is a fool,

the rigid wise anither:

the cleanest corn that ere was dight

may hae some pyles o' caff in;

so ne'er a fellow-creature slight

for random fits o' daffin.

(solomon.—les. ch. vii. verse 16.)

o ye wha are sae guid yoursel',

sae pious and sae holy,

ye've nought to do but mark and tell

your neibours' fauts and folly!

whase life is like a weel-gaun mill,

supplied wi' store o' water;

the heaped happer's ebbing still,

an' still the p ys tter.

hear me, ye venerable core,

as counsel for poor mortals

that frequent pass douce wisdom's door

for ikit folly's portals:

i, for their thoughtless, careless sakes,

would here propone defences—

their donsie tricks, their ck mistakes,

their failings and mischances.

ye see your state wi' theirs pared,

and shudder at the niffer;

but cast a moment's fair regard,

what maks the mighty differ;

discount what scant asion gave,

that purity ye pride in;

and (what's aft mair than a' theve),

your better art o' hidin.

think, when your castigated pulse

gies now and then a wallop!

what ragings must his veins convulse,

that still eternal gallop!