Trailing in the wind,
Fuji's smoke
fades into the sky
destination unknown,
just like my own thoughts!

Health is the first good lent to men;
A gentle disposition, then;
Next, to be rich by no by-ways;
Lastly, with friends t' enjoy our days.

Wrote by Burns, while on his death-bed, to J—n R—k-n, Ayrshire, and forwarded to him immediately after the Poet's death.

He who of R—k-n sang, lies stiff and dead,
And a green grassy hillock hides his head;
Alas! Alas! a devilish change indeed.

Did I ever imagine
I would make this pass again
in my old age?
Such is life!
Sayononaka Mountain.

[ On the night of the marraige of the foregoin' couple, which shall be nameless here, these lines was ca'mly dashed off in the albun of the happy bride whilse the shivver-ree was goin' on outside the residence .]
HE was warned against the womern —
She was warned aginst the man . —
And ef that won't make a weddin',
W'y, they's nothin' else that can!

He that hath such acuteness, and such wit,
As would aske ten good heads to husband it;
He that can write so well that no man dare
Refuse it for the best, let him beware:
BEAUMONT is dead, by whose sole death appeares,
Wit 's a Disease consumes men in few yeares.

He that hath no mistress, must not wear a favour,
He that woos a mistress, must serve before he have her,
He that hath no bedfellow, must lie alone,
And he that hath no lady, must be content with Joan,
And so must I, for why alas my love and I am parted,
False Cupid, I will have thee whipt, and have thy mother carted.

He says, My reign is peace, so slays
A thousand in the dead of night.
Are you all happy now? he says,
And those he leaves behind cry quite.
He swears he will have no contention,
And sets all nations by the ears;
He shouts aloud, No intervention!
Invades, and drowns them all in tears.

He rose up on his dying bed
and asked for fish.
His wife looked it up in her dream book
and played it.

He must not laugh at his own wheeze:
A snuff box has no right to sneeze.