Epigram on the Laird of Laggan

Portrait of Robert Burns
Robert Burns 1759–1796
423Poems and Songs. The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.

WHEN Morine, deceas’d, to the Devil went down, ’Twas nothing would serve him but Satan’s own crown; “Thy fool’s head,” quoth Satan, “that crown shall wear never, I grant thou’rt as wicked, but not quite so clever.”

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