To a Louse
|Burns original||Standard English translation|
O wad some Pow'r the giftie gie us
And would some Power the small gift give us
In this poem the narrator notices an upper class lady in church, with a louse that is roving, unnoticed by her, around in her bonnet. The poet chastises the louse for not realising how important his host is, and then reflects that, to a louse, we are all equal prey, and that we would be disabused of our pretensions if we were to see ourselves through each other's eyes.
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