At baking, roasting, frying, boiling,
An', tho' the gentry first are stechin,
Yet e'en the hall folk fill their pechan
With sauce, ragouts, and sic like trashtrie,
That's little short of downright wastrie.
An' what poor cot-folk pit their painch in
I own it's past my comprehension."

To which Luath replies--

"They're maistly wonderful contented."

Caesar afterwards describes the weariness and ennui which pursue the
luxurious--

"But human bodies are sic fools,
For all their colleges and schools,
That, when nae real ills perplex 'em,
They make enow themselves to vex 'em.
They loiter, lounging lank and lazy,
Though nothing ails them, yet uneasy.
Their days insipid, dull, and tasteless;
Their nights unquiet, lang, and restless,
An' e'en their sports, their balls and races,
Their gallopin' through public places,
There's sic parade, sic pomp, an' art,
The joy can scarcely reach the heart."

After this description the two friends