We’ll hear nae mair lilting at our ewe-milking; Women and bairns are heartless and wae; Sighing and moaning on ilka green loaning-- The Flowers of the Forest are a’ wede away. _466._ swankies] lusty lads. bogle] bogy, hide-and-seek. dool] mourning. OLIVER GOLDSMITH 1728-1774 _467._ _Woman_ When lovely woman stoops to folly, And finds too late that men betray, What charm can soothe her melancholy? What art can wash her tears away? The only art her guilt to cover, To hide her shame from ev’ry eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom is--to die. _468._ _Memory_ O memory, thou fond deceiver, Still importunate and vain, To former joys recurring ever, And turning all the past to pain: Thou, like the world, th’ oppress’d oppressing, Thy smiles increase the wretch’s woe: And he who wants each other blessing In thee must ever find a foe. ROBERT CUNNINGHAME-GRAHAM OF GARTMORE 1735-1797 _469._ _If Doughty Deeds_ If doughty deeds my lady please, Right soon I’ll mount my steed; And strong his arm and fast his seat, That bears frae me the meed. I’ll wear thy colours in my cap, Thy picture in my heart; And he that bends not to thine eye Shall rue it to his smart! Then tell me how to woo thee, Love; O tell me how to woo thee! For thy dear sake nae care I’ll take, Tho’ ne’er another trow me. If gay attire delight thine eye I’ll dight me in array; I’ll tend thy chamber door all night, And squire thee all the day. If sweetest sounds can win thine ear, These sounds I’ll strive to catch; Thy voice I’ll steal to woo thysel’, That voice that nane can match. Then tell me how to woo thee, Love ... But if fond love thy heart can gain, I never broke a vow; Nae maiden lays her skaith to me, I never loved but you. For you alone I ride the ring, For you I wear the blue; For you alone I strive to sing, O tell me how to woo! Then tell me how to woo thee, Love; O tell me how to woo thee! For thy dear sake nae care I’ll take Tho’ ne’er another trow me. WILLIAM COWPER 1731-1800 _470._ _To Mary Unwin_