Robert Burns

On Fergusson A

written in 1787

Curse on ungrateful man, that can be pleas'd, And yet can starve the author of the pleasure! O thou, my elder brother in Misfortune, By far my elder Brother in the muse, With tears I pity thy unhappy fate! Why is the Bard unfitted for the world, Yet has so keen a relish of its Pleasures?

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