But Facts Are Chiels That Winna Ding,

Now Simmer Blinks On Flowery Braes, And O'er The Crystal Streamlet Plays.

But Of All Nonsense, Religious Nonsense Is The Most Nonsensical; So Enough, & More Than Enough Of It - Only, By The Bye, Will You, Or Can You Tell Me, My Dear Cunningham, Why A Religioso Turn Of Mind Has Always A Tendency To Narrow And Illiberalise The Heart?

How Wretched Is The Person Who Hangs On By The Favors Of The Powerful.

O Scotia! My Dear, My Native Soil! For Whom My Warmest Wish To Heaven Is Sent

His Locked, Lettered, Braw Brass Collar, Shewed Him The Gentleman And Scholar.