O would some Power the gift to give us
To see ourselves as others see us!
It would from many a blunder free us,
And foolish notion: What airs in dress and gait would leave us,
And even devotion!
In this poem, written in the Habbie dialect, Burns muses upon the louse that he spots crawling on a lady’s bonnet in church – the louse does not observe class distinctions and regards all human beings equally, as potential hosts.
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