To A Louse, On Seeing One On A Ladys Bon（1 / 2）
to a louse, on seeing one on a lady's bonnet, at church
ha! whaur ye gaun, ye crowlin ferlie?
your impudence protects you sairly;
i canna say but ye strunt rarely,
owre gauze and lace;
tho', faith! i fear ye dine but sparely
on sic a place.
ye ugly, creepin, blastit wonner,
detested, shunn'd by saunt an' sinner,
how daur ye set your fit upon her—
sae fine a lady?
gae somewhere else and seek your dinner
on some poor body.
swith! in some beggar's haffet squattle;
there ye may creep, and sprawl, and sprattle,
wi' ither kindred, jumping cattle,
in shoals and nations;
whaur horn nor bane ne'er daur unsettle
your thick plantations.
now haud you there, ye're out o' sight,
below the fatt'rels, snug and tight;
na, faith ye yet! ye'll no be right,
till ye've got on it—
the verra tapmost, tow'rin height
o' miss' bonnet.
my sooth! right bauld ye set your nose out,
as plump an' grey as ony groset:
o for some rank, mercurial rozet,
or fell, red smeddum,
i'd gie you sic a hearty dose o't, ↑返回顶部↑
ha! whaur ye gaun, ye crowlin ferlie?
your impudence protects you sairly;
i canna say but ye strunt rarely,
owre gauze and lace;
tho', faith! i fear ye dine but sparely
on sic a place.
ye ugly, creepin, blastit wonner,
detested, shunn'd by saunt an' sinner,
how daur ye set your fit upon her—
sae fine a lady?
gae somewhere else and seek your dinner
on some poor body.
swith! in some beggar's haffet squattle;
there ye may creep, and sprawl, and sprattle,
wi' ither kindred, jumping cattle,
in shoals and nations;
whaur horn nor bane ne'er daur unsettle
your thick plantations.
now haud you there, ye're out o' sight,
below the fatt'rels, snug and tight;
na, faith ye yet! ye'll no be right,
till ye've got on it—
the verra tapmost, tow'rin height
o' miss' bonnet.
my sooth! right bauld ye set your nose out,
as plump an' grey as ony groset:
o for some rank, mercurial rozet,
or fell, red smeddum,
i'd gie you sic a hearty dose o't, ↑返回顶部↑