God knows, I’m no the thing I should be, Nor am I even the thing I could be.
ROBERT BURNSDare to be honest and fear no labor.
More Robert Burns Quotes
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But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flower, it’s bloom is shed; Or, like the snow-fall in the river, A moment white, then melts forever.
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Oh my luve’s like a red, red rose, That’s newly sprung in June; Oh my luve’s like the melodie That’s sweetly played in tune.
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The best-laid plans of mice and men often go awry.
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Here’s to us, who’s like us Damn few, and they’re all dead.
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The wisest man the warl’ e’er saw, He dearly loved the lasses, O.
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Painters and poets have liberty to lie.
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Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white-then melts for ever.
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What is life, when wanting love? Night without a morning; Love’s the cloudless summer sun, Nature gay adorning.
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Beauty’s of a fading nature. Has a season and is gone!
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The heart that is generous and kind most resembles God.
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The honest man, though e’er sae poor, Is king o’ men, for a’ that!
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I have a hundred times wished that one could resign life as an officer resigns a commission.
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Gie me ae spark o’ Nature’s fire, That’s a’ the learning I desire.
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Oh would some power the gift give us, to see ourselves as others see us!
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Some wee short hour ayont the twal.
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Be Briton still to Britain true, Among oursel’s united; For never but by British hands Maun British wrangs be righted.
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Suspense is worst than disappointment.
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Some rhyme a neebor’s name to lash; Some rhyme (vain thought!) for needfu’ cash; Some rhyme to court the countra clash, An’ raise a din; For me, an aim I never fash; I rhyme for fun.
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Learn taciturnity and let that be your motto!
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The golden hours on angel wings Flew o’er me and my dearie, For dear to me as light and life Was my sweet Highland Mary.
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The upright, honest-hearted man Who strives to do the best he can, Need never fear the church’s ban Or hell’s damnation.
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But facts are chiels that winna ding, An’ downa be disputed.
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When matters are desperate we must put on a desperate face.
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Kings may be blest, but Tam was glorious, O’er a’ the ills o’ life victorious.
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O, wad some Power the giftie gie us To see oursels as others see us! It wad frae monie a blunder free us, An’ foolish notion.
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O Scotia! my dear, my native soil! For whom my warmest wish to Heaven is sent
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