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Scorn to shew the least resentment,
though beneath the frowns of fate;
Knaves and beggars find contentment,
fears and cares attend the great.

Though our creditors are spiteful,
and retain our bodies here,
Use will make a goal delightful,
since there's nothing else to fear:
Every island's but a prison,
strongly guarded by the sea;
Kings and princes for that reason,
pris'ners are as well as we.

Pray, what made great Alexander
weep at his unfriendly fate?
'Twas because he could not wander
beyond the world's prison gate.
For the world is also bounded,
by the heav'ns and stars above;
Why should we then be confounded,
since there's nothing free but love.

 

 

DOWN the BURN DAVIE.

When trees did bud and field were green,
and broom bloom'd fair to see:
When Mary was complete fifteen,
and love laugh'd in her eye;