HERE Brewer Gabriel's fire's extinct,
And empty all his barrels:
He's blest—if, as he brew'd, he drink,
In upright, honest morals.
More verses by Robert Burns
- To John Kennedy, Dumfries House
- The Captain's Lady
- Lament For James, Earl Of Glencairn
- Second Epistle To J. Lapraik
- Lines Written Under The Picture Of Miss Burns