THE
TAYLOR’S LAST WILL.

I will and bequeath unto Simon Whipstitch,[118] my needle and thimble; unto Peter Niggle, my sheers and bodkin; and unto Mrs. Mary Laycock[118] is my Pincushion, stuck full of needles and pins, to which I sewed a watch-chain, key, and seal with which I used to strut about like a crow in a gutter.[119]

Gae canty book and win a name;
Nae lyrics ev’er shall ding thee:
Hope large esteem, and lasting fame,
For Leper’s name will raise thee.[120]

Finis.