Lord Advocate

 He clench’d his pamphlets in his fist,
     He quoted and he hinted,
 ’Till in a declamation-mist,
     His argument he tint it:
 He gaped for’t, he grap’d for’t,
     He fand it was awa, man;
 But what his common sense came short
     He eked out wi’ law, man.

 
  Лорд-адвокат

  Слова он сыпал, обуян
  Ораторским экстазом,
  И красноречия туман
  Ему окутал разум.

  Он стал затылок свой скрести,
  Нуждаясь в смысле здравом,
  И где не мог его найти,
  Заткнул прорехи правом...

 
Mr. Erskine

 Collected Harry stood awee,
     Then open’d out his arm, man:
 His lordship sat wi’ rueful e’e,
     And ey’d the gathering storm, man;
 Like wind-driv’n hail it did assail,
     Or torrents owre a linn, man;
 The Bench sae wise lift up their eyes,
     Half-wauken’d wi’ the din, man.