elegy on the death of robert ruisseaux 注释标题 ruisseaux is french for rivulets or “burns,” a translation of his name.

now robin lies in his last lair,

he'll gabble rhyme, nor sing nae mair;

cauld poverty, wi' hungry stare,

nae mair shall fear him;

nor anxious fear, nor cankert care,

e'er maire near him.

to tell the truth, they seldom fash'd him,

except the moment that they crush'd him;

for sune as chance or fate had hush'd 'em