3,Z0 OK THE DEATH OF DR. CUI,HFN. June I e. 



To the dim thiediold of the houfe of death, 

 . Extol a CuUen with tJaeirliteft breath. 



Braes of Yarrow, 7 M. P. 



Jane 4, 1791 



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For the Bee. 



Buchanan, Lib. 3. Epig. I, imitated 

 For heavy crops the farmer prays, 



The tradefjiian but for cent per cent ; 

 The bard would rival Shakefpeare's layn. 

 The gambler gain the fums he's fpent. 



The bed-rid vidlini begs but eafe ; 



A place repels the patriot's whim; 

 The parfon thunders for his fees; 



The lurgcon /cents a fradlur'd limlj. 



With me the utmoft fate can give, 

 The greateft hlifi F dare conje<9iire. 



Is only — " Long may G hvt, 



" Merit's munificent protei5lor."J 



Laurence-Kirk,'\ Emilios^ 



June I, 179 



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For the Bee. 



Horace, Lib. 3. Ode 26. imitated. 



Once a buclt of high renown, 

 ' The art of love was all my own ; 

 My locks were always a-la-mode. 



My paflion prattled in an ode. 



1 led the fair to balls and plays, 

 And wafied time a thnufsnd ways ; 

 But now the fpring of life is o'er, 

 And aH fuch folly fits no more. . 



Nay, worfe — I'm moll completely tir'^ 

 Of all the booivs I moft admir'd 



