452. Epigram pinned to Mrs. Riddell's carriage
IF you rattle along like your Mistress’ tongue,
Your speed will outrival the dart;
But a fly for your load, you’ll break down on the road,
If your stuff be as rotten’s her heart.
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Robert Burns
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