LIKE thee I once have stemm'd the sea of life,
Like thee have languish'd after empty joys,
Like thee have labour'd in the stormy strife,
Been grieved for trifles, and amused with toys.
Forget my frailties; thou art also frail:
Forgive my lapses; for thyself may'st fall:
Nor read unmoved my artless tender tale--
More verses by James Beattie
- The Triumph Of Melancholy
- Epitaph [to This Grave Is Committed]
- Epitaph On Two Young Men Of The Name Of Leitch, Who Were Drowned In Crossing The River Southesk
- Pygmaeo-Gerano-Machia: The Battle Of The Pygmies And Cranes
- Retirement