"His ancient, trusty, drouthy crony, Tam lo'ed him like a vera brither— They had been fou for weeks thegither!..."

"You do retain the song we set, And how it rises, trips and scans? You keep the sacred memory yet, Republicans? Republica..."

"And what is friendship but a name, A charm that lulls to sleep; A shade that follows wealth or fame, And leaves the wret..."