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_Death and Dr. Hornbook_.
Some wee short hour ayont the twal.
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_Is there for honest Poverty_.
The _rank_ is but the guinea's _stamp_.
The man's the gowd for a' that.
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A prince can mak' a belted knight,
A marquis, duke, and a that:
But an honest man's aboon his might,
Guid faith, he maunna fa' that.
_The Cotter's Saturday Night_.
He wales a portion with judicious care;
And "Let us worship God!" he says, with solemn air.
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THOMAS MOSS.
--1808.
_The Beggar_.
Pity the sorrows of a poor old man,
Whose trembling limbs have borne him to your door,
Whose days are dwindled to the shortest span;
Oh! give relief, and Heaven will bless your store.
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GEORGE COLMAN.
1762-1836.
BROAD GRINS.
_The Maid of the Moor_.
And what's impossible can't be,
And never, never comes to pass.
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Three stories high, long, dull, and old,
As great lord's stories often are.
* * * * *
_Lodgings for Single Gentlemen_.
But when ill indeed,
E'en dismissing the doctor don't always succeed.
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