ON A HENPECKED SQUIRE Epitaph on a henpecked Country Squire.1 As father Adam first was fool'd, (A case that's still too common,) Here lies a man a woman ruled, The devil ruled the woman. Epigram on the Said Occasion. O DEATH, had'st thou but spar'd his life, Another. ONE Queen Artemisia, as old stories tell, ⚫ exchange. 1 Burns actually printed these jibes on a Mr Campbell of Netherplace in his Kilmarnock edition. The last b soul as well. might have appeared in the latest decadence of the Greek Anthology. EPITAPH ON JOHN RANKINE On Tam the Chapman.1 As Tam the chapman on a day, Epitaph on John Rankine.2 Nor 'mang the sp'ritual core present them, To grace this d-d infernal clan!" By Adamhill a glance he threw, "L-d G-d!" quoth he, "I have it now; ⚫ begins. b talk. 1 Mr Scott Douglas describes the provenance of this piece, given to William Cobbett by one Thomas c wriggles. Kennedy, a bagman, the subject of the verses. 2 Adamhill, where Rankine lived, is a farm near Lochlea. MAN WAS MADE TO MOURN Lines on the Author's Death.1 WRITTEN WITH THE SUPPOSED VIEW OF BEING HANDED TO RANKINE AFTER THE POET'S INTERMENT. He who of Rankine sang, lies stiff and dead, Man was made to Mourn-A Dirge.2 WHEN chill November's surly blast I spied a man, whose aged step Seem'd weary, worn with care; "Young stranger, whither wand'rest thou?" "Does thirst of wealth thy step constrain, Or haply, prest with cares and woes, To wander forth, with me to mourn 1 Only an indiscriminating piety can think these lines worth preserving. 2 Mr Scott Douglas dates this early lament of the Unemployed, so characteristic of Burns's tenderness and democratic sympathies, in November 1784. The tune, which inspires it, is described as "querulous. The text is that of the Kilmarnock edition, 1786. The Common-place Book shows a number of variations, but the only one of importance is the beginning "Yon sun that hangs o'er Carrick moors, On this there is a note in the MS. MAN WAS MADE TO MOURN "The sun that overhangs yon moors, "O man! while in thy early years, Which tenfold force gives Nature's law, "Look not alone on youthful prime, But see him on the edge of life, With cares and sorrows worn ; Then Age and Want-oh! ill-match'd pair Shew man was made to mourn. "A few seem favourites of fate, Yet, think not all the rich and great Are likewise truly blest: But oh! what crowds in ev'ry land, All wretched and forlorn, Thro' weary life this lesson learn, That man was made to mourn. "Many and sharp the num'rous ills More pointed still we make ourselves, MAN WAS MADE TO MOURN And man, whose heav'n-erected face Makes countless thousands mourn! "See yonder poor, o'erlabour'd wight, To give him leave to toil; "If I'm design'd yon lordling's slave, E'er planted in my mind? If not, why am I subject to Or why has man the will and pow'r "Yet, let not this too much, my son, The poor, oppressed, honest man Had never, sure, been born, Had there not been some recompense "O Death! the poor man's dearest friend, The kindest and the best! Welcome the hour my aged limbs Are laid with thee at rest! The great, the wealthy fear thy blow, But, oh! a blest relief for those |