His very foot has music in 't As he comes up the stairs.

- William Julius Mickle

Ah! fraudful malice! how shall wisdom's care Escape the poison of thy gilded snare!

- William Julius Mickle

The present moment is our ain, The neist we never saw!

- William Julius Mickle

For there 's nae luck about the house, There 's nae luck at a'; There 's little pleasure in the house When our gudeman 's awa'.

- William Julius Mickle