Hughie Upon Human Conduct, pp.81-82.

[Horace in Homespun Contents]

Memento… moriture Delli!” – car. ii., 3. 

YOUNG man, wha at the gates o’ life 

Are bauldly pushing forward, 

Forgetna in the fash o’ strife 

That a’ your days are order’d. 

There’s mony a quest’on greatly vext, 

An’ mony a truth disputit, 

But that we a’ maun dee ‘s a text 

Nae scaptic ever dootit. 

– 

There’s some that groan wi’ gather’d cares 

Life grief-opprest Cassandras, 

An’ some that jig like fule’s at fairs 

An’ mock like merry-Andros 

But hoo should we comport oorsels, 

As life we journey thro’ it? 

Or wha that kens will rise an’ tell ‘s 

The wisest way to view it? 

– 

We’ll let that halesome text, as God, 

There’s little doot, design’d it, 

Come like a caution on the road 

To keep us even-mindit; 

To save us in oor prosperous days 

From insolent offending, 

An’ whisper in the midst o’ waes 

That they too have an ending. 

– 

It ‘s no’ the pairt, but hoo we ack 

That judgment ‘ill be past on; 

It’s no’ the red coat nor the black, 

It’s no’ what we had last on. 

That – only that’s deservin’ praise 

That we hae dune oor best in; 

The place is but the player’s claes, 

The conduck is the quest’on. 

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