I’m truly sorry man’s dominion has broken Nature’s social union.
ROBERT BURNS
Here’s to us, who’s like us Damn few, and they’re all dead.
More Robert Burns Quotes
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I’m truly sorry man’s dominion has broken Nature’s social union.
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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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Nae man can tether time or tide.
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There is no such uncertainty as a sure thing.
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God help the teacher, if a man of sensibility and genius, when a booby father presents him with his booby son, and insists on lighting up the rays of science in a fellow’s head whose skull is impervious and inaccessible by any other way than a positive fracture with a cudgel.
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An honest man here lies at rest, the friend of man the friend of truth the friend of age and guide of youth. Few hearts like his with virtue warmed, few heads with knowledge so informed. If there’s another world, he lives in bliss. If there is none, he made the best of this.
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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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Mankind is a science that defies definitions.
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My Son, these maxims make a rule An lump them ay thegither: The Rigid Righteous is a fool, The Rigid Wise anither.
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Prudent, cautious self-control is wisdom’s root.
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And O! be sure to fear the Lord alway, And mind your duty, duly, morn and night; Lest in temptation’s path ye gang astray, Implore His counsel and assisting might: They never sought in vain that sought the Lord aright.
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Critics! Those cut-throat bandits in the paths of fame.
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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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My dear, my native soil! For whom my warmest wish to Heav’n is sent, Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil Be blest with health, and peace, and sweet content!
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Gie me ae spark o’ Nature’s fire, That’s a’ the learning I desire.
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The best-laid plans of mice and men often go awry.
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