Robert Burns

On Maria (‘Praise Woman still,’ his lordship roars…)

‘Praise Woman still,’ his lordship roars;
  	‘Deserved or not, no matter!’
But thee, whom all my soul adores,
  	Even Flattery cannot flatter.

Maria, all my thought and dream,
  	Inspires my vocal shell;
The more I praise my lovely theme,
  	The more the truth I tell.