y ev&039;ry wile
that&039;s jtified by honour;
not for to hide it a hed,
nor for a tra attendant;
but for the glorio privile
of beg dependent
the fear o&039; hell&039;s a hangan&039;s whip,
to haud the wretch order;
but where ye feel your honour grip,
let that aye be your border;
its slightest touches, stant pae—
debar a&039; side-pretences;
and retely keep its ws,
uncarg nseences
the great creator to revere,
t sure bee the creature;
but still the preachg cant forbear,
and ev&039;n the rigid feature:
yet ne&039;er with wits profane to ran,
be pisance extended;
an atheist-ugh&039;s a poor exchan
for deity offended!
when rantg round pleasure&039;s rg,
religion ay be blded;
or if she gie a rando stg,
it ay be little ded;
but when on life we&039;re tepest driv&039;n—
a nscience but a canker—
a rrespondence fix&039;d wi&039; heav&039;n,
is sure a noble anchor!
adieu, dear, aiable youth!
your heart can ne&039;er be wantg!
ay prudence, fortitude, and truth,
erect your brow undauntg!
ploughan phrase, “god send you speed,”
still daily to grow wiser;
and ay ye better reck the rede,
then ever did th&039; adviser!
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