As many talents as she gave, Thanks to the gods, who made me poor! No lukewarm friends molest my door, Who always shew a busy care For being legatee or heir. Of this stamp none will ever follow But to those few who know my case, And leave them with my kindest breath ;' TO JAMIE RAE*, who oft, jocosus, And wake remembrance of a friend But if this pledge should make him sorry, **Solicitor at law, and the Poet's intimate friend. He may bequeath't 'mong stubborn fellows To all the finer feelings callous, Who think that parting breath's a sneeze To set sensations all at ease. TO OLIPHANT*, my friend, I legate Those writs I ne'er could retrospect; With as much power ad Musa bona TO HAMILTON† I give the task To thee, whose genius can provoke Thy passions to the bowl or sock * Late Bookseller in Edinburgh. Solicitor at law, and the Poet's intimate friend. For love to thee, WOODS! and the Nine, Be my immortal Shakespeare thine. Here may you through the alleys turn, Where Falstaff laughs, where heroes mourn, And boldly catch the glowing fire That dwells in raptures on his lyre. Now, at my dirge (if dirge there be), Let HUTCHISON* attend; for none is The generous wine at dirge or wake.— And I consent to registration His R. XF. * A Tavern-keeper. Mark. CODICIL To R. Fergusson's Last Will. WHEREAS, by testament dated blank, 'Midst brighter themes that weekly come From one who lived and died a bard. If Poverty has any crime in That I approve my will aforesaid, But think that something might be more said, And only now would humbly seek To test❜ment which already made is, TO TULLOCH, who, in kind compassion, Departed from the common fashion, And gave to me, who never paid it, Two flasks of port, upon my credit, I leave the flasks, as full of air, As his of ruddy moisture were; Nor let him to complain begin; He'll get no more of cat than skin. TO WALTER RUDDIMAN*, whose pen * A Wine-merchant. † The Publisher of the Weekly Magazine. |