PoemsBy Allan Ramsay . ether eondemnd t5 a Virgin StateBy the fuperior Powers,Would to your Sex prove cruel Fate,Im fure it would to ours. From you the numerous Nations fpringj Your Breafts our Beings fave,Your Beauties make the youthful fing, And footh the old and grave. Alas! how foon would every Wight Defpife both Wit and Arms ?To primitive old Chaos Night Wed fink without your Charm:;-, Nc* t 332 J No more our Breath would be our Care.; Were Love from us exild,Sent back to Heayen with all the Fair^ This World would turn a Wild. Regardlefs of thefe facred Ties,Wife, Husband, Father, Sou, Al
PoemsBy Allan Ramsay . ether eondemnd t5 a Virgin StateBy the fuperior Powers,Would to your Sex prove cruel Fate,Im fure it would to ours. From you the numerous Nations fpringj Your Breafts our Beings fave,Your Beauties make the youthful fing, And footh the old and grave. Alas! how foon would every Wight Defpife both Wit and Arms ?To primitive old Chaos Night Wed fink without your Charm:;-, Nc* t 332 J No more our Breath would be our Care.; Were Love from us exild,Sent back to Heayen with all the Fair^ This World would turn a Wild. Regardlefs of thefe facred Ties,Wife, Husband, Father, Sou, All Government we would defpife,.And like wild Tygers run. Then, Ladies, pardon the MiftakesAnd with th accusd agree, I beg it for each Lovers fake,Low bended on my Knee. And frankly with what has been faid By the audacious Youth,Might be your Thought, but Im afraid It will not prove a Truth. For often, ah ! you make us groan By your too cold Difaain,Then quarrel with us when we moan And rave amidfi: our Pain. 7V C 333 1. To tae Right Honourable W I L L I A M JEW of Dalhousie. Maecenas atavis edits Regibus, H O R. Alhoufie of an auld Defcent,My Chief, my Stoup and OrnamentFor Entertainment-a wee this Sonnet with a Smile;Setting great Horace in my View3He to Mecexas, I to you :But that my Mufe .may fing with Eafe71*11 keep or tap Mm as I jfleate* ?sr fM t 334 3 How differently are Fowk inclind?Theres hardly twa of the fame Mind !Some like to ftudy, fome to play,Some on the Links to win the Day,And gar the Courfer rin like wood,A5 drapin down with Sweat and Blood;The Winner fyne aiTuines a LookMight gain a Monarch or a Duke,Neiit, view the Man with pauky Fac$Has mounted to a famous Place,Inclind by an oer-ruling £ate,Hespleasd with his uneafy State:Glowrd at a while, he gangs fou braw,.Till frae his kittle Poft he fa. The Lothian Farmer he likes beftJo be of good faugh Riggs porTeft,And fen upon a frugal Stock,Where his Forbears had usd the Yoke ;Nor is he fond to lea
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