Poems and Songs of Robert Burns

  epigram on francis grose the antiquary
  the devil got notice that grose was a-dying
  so whip! at the summons, old satan came flying;
  but when he approached where poor francis lay moaning,
  and saw each bed-post with its burthen a-groaning,
  astonish'd, confounded, cries satan—“by god,
  i'll want him, ere i take such a damnable load!”