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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=116505" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Calf</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=116505" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">To the Rev. James Steven, on his text, Malachi, ch. iv. vers. 2. "And ye shall go forth, and grow up, as Calves of the stall."</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=116505" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Right, sir! your text I'll prove it true,<br>Tho' heretics may laugh;<br>For instance, there's yourself just now,<br>God knows, an unco calf.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=116505" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And should some patron be so kind,<br>As bless you wi' a kirk,<br>I doubt na, sir but then we'll find,<br>Ye're still as great a stirk.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=116505" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">But, if the lover's raptur'd hour,<br>Shall ever be your lot,<br>Forbid it, ev'ry heavenly Power,<br>You e'er should be a stot!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=116505" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Tho' when some kind connubial dear<br>Your but-and-ben adorns,<br>The like has been that you may wear<br>A noble head of horns.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=116505" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And, in your lug, most reverend James,<br>To hear you roar and rowt,<br>Few men o' sense will doubt your claims<br>To rank amang the nowt.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=116505" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And when ye're number'd wi' the dead,<br>Below a grassy hillock,<br>With justice they may mark your head-<br>"Here lies a famous bullock!"</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Robert+Burns">Robert Burns</a></strong></div>

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