It's Hardly In A Body's Pow'r,to Keep,

Prudent, Cautious Self-control Is Wisdom's Root.

Ambition Is A Meteor-gleam; Fame A Restless Airy Dream; Pleasures, Insects On The Wing Round Peace, Th' Tend Rest Flow'r Of Spring.

Now A' Is Done That Men Can Do, And A' Is Done In Vain.

There's Some Are Fou O' Love Divine; There's Some Are Fou O' Brandy.

But Pleasures Are Like Poppies Spread, You Seize The Flower, It's Bloom Is Shed; Or, Like The Snow-fall In The River, A Moment White, Then Melts Forever.