Epigraph Part One: A chield's amang you taking notes, / And, faith he'll prent it.
Epigraph Part Two: When a youthful lovely modest pair / In other's arms breathe out the tender tale / Beneath the mik-white thorn that scents the evening gale.
Epigraph Part Three: Prisons expect the wicked and were built / To bind the lawless, and to punish guilt