As he entered he boomed: Monstrous! Flagitious!

Grant me profane kiss / Oh Isis, mother ov all / Thy lips like morphine / Teasing my slumbering heart

While the young swankies on the green Took round a merry tirle: Meg Wallet wi' her pinky een Gart Lawrie's heart-strings dirle; And fouk wad threap, that she did green For what wad atar her skirle and skreigh some day.

Where Hinderſon, and th' other Maſſes / Were ſent to Cap Texts, and Put Caſes: / To paſs for deep, and Learned Scholars, / Although but Paltry, Ob-and-Sollers:[…]]