Robert Burns - How To Know Him by William Allan Neilson
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page 187 of 334 (55%)
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Conceal yoursel as weel's ye can
Frae critical dissection; But keek thro' ev'ry other man [pry] Wi' sharpen'd sly inspection. The sacred lowe o' weel-plac'd love, [flame] Luxuriantly indulge it; But never tempt th' illicit rove, [attempt, roving] Tho' naething should divulge it: I waive the quantum o' the sin, The hazard of concealing; But och! it hardens a' within, And petrifies the feeling! To catch Dame Fortune's golden smile, Assiduous wait upon her; And gather gear by ev'ry wile That's justified by honour; Not for to hide it in a hedge, Nor for a train-attendant; But for the glorious privilege Of being independent. The fear o' hell's a hangman's whip To haud the wretch in order; [hold] But where ye feel your honour grip, Let that aye be your border: Its slightest touches, instant pause-- Debar a' side pretences; And resolutely keep its laws, |
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