To God Be Humble, To

Scotsmen Are Metaphisical And Emotional, They Are Sceptical And Mystical, They Are Romantic And Ironic, They Are Cruel And Tender, And Full Of Mirth And Despair.

All Love Is Lost But Upon God Alone.

Neither Our Vices Nor Our Virtues Further The Poem.

Timor Mortis Conturbat Me. The Fear Of Death Disturbs Me.

Our Pleasance Here Is All Vain Glory, This False Warld Is But Transitory.