On John Morine, laird of Laggan


When Morine, deceased, 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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Liz Lochhead

About this work

This is an epigram by Robert Burns. It was written in 1793 and is read here by Liz Lochhead.

Themes for this epigram

death humour

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