In the last stanza Burns wishes that we were able to see ourselves as others see us. If we could, we might be able to see ourselves with a little less importance. In the poem the narrator is observing a louse in a woman's bonnet. At first he is disgusted but through the poem he realizes that the individual woman does not matter to the louse--to bugs people are all equal. In this last stanza he thinks about how we would appear if we could see ourselves from that unbiased standpoint.
