THE SOUL'S ERRAND.

Go, Soul, the Body's guest,

Upon a thankless errand;

Fear not to touch the best;

The truth shall be thy warrant. Go, since I needs must die,

And give them all the lie.

Go, tell the Court it glows,

And shines like painted wood; Go, tell the Church it shows

What's good, but does no good.

If Court and Church reply,
Give Court and Church the lie.

Tell Potentates, they live

Acting, but, oh! their actions Not loved, unless they give;

Nor strong, but by their factions.

If Potentates reply,

Give Potentates the lie.

Tell men of high condition,

That rule affairs of state, Their purpose is ambition;

Their practice only hate.

And if they do reply,
Then give them all the lie.

Tell those that brave it most,

They beg for more by spending,

Who, in their greatest cost,

Seek nothing but commending.

And if they make reply,

Spare not to give the lie.

Tell Zeal it lacks devotion;

Tell Love it is but lust; Tell Time it is but motion;

Tell Flesh it is but dust: And wish them not reply, For thou must give the lie.

Tell Age it daily wasteth;

Tell Honour how it alters; Tell Beauty that it blasteth;

Tell Favour that she falters: And as they do reply, Give every one the lie.

Tell Wit how much it wrangles In fickle points of niceness; Tell Wisdom she entangles

Herself in over-wiseness : And if they do reply,

Then give them both the lie.

Tell Physic of her boldness;
Tell Skill it is pretension;
Tell Charity of coldness;

Tell Law it is contention :
And if they yield reply,
Then give them still the lie.

Tell Fortune of her blindness;

Tell Nature of decay; Tell Friendship of unkindness;

Tell Justice of delay:

And if they do reply,

Then give them all the lie.

Ballantyne, Roberts, & Company, Printers, Edinburgh.