LINES,
On a man of CHARACTER.
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WEE A——— ——, self-sainted wight,
If e’er he won to heaven,
The veriest wretch, though black as pitch,
May rest he’ll be forgiven:
Wi’ haly pride he cocks his nose,
An’ talks of honest dealings,
But when our webs are at the close,
He nips aff twa-three shillings.