125. Lines to Mr. John Kennedy
FAREWELL, dear friend! may guid luck hit you,
And ‘mang her favourites admit you:
If e’er Detraction shore to smit you,
May nane believe him,
And ony deil that thinks to get you,
Good Lord, deceive him
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