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Here’s to us, who’s like us Damn few, and they’re all dead.

Robert Burns

Some wee short hour ayont the twal.
ROBERT BURNS

One Liner Short
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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Fun Money Myself Name Rhyme Thinking
Again rejoicing Nature sees Her robe assume its vernal hues Her leafy locks wave in the breeze, All freshly steep’d in the morning dews.
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Happiness Morning Nature Wind
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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Health Heaven Myself Peace Warm
A eunuch is a man who has had his work cut out for him.
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Himself Man Work
Anticipation forward points the view.
ROBERT BURNS

One Liner Point View
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.
ROBERT BURNS

Play Red Rose
Pleasures are like poppies spread: You seize the flow’r, its bloom is shed.
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Bloom Flower Happiness Nature Wisdom
Gie me ae spark o’ Nature’s fire, That’s a’ the learning I desire.
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Desire Learning Nature Spark
The trout in yonder wimpling burn – That glides, a silver dart, – And, safe beneath the shady thorn, – Defies the anglers art.
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Art Burn Silver
The wide world is all before us – but a world without a friend.
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Friendship One Liner World
The honest man, though e’er sae poor, Is king o’ men, for a’ that!
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Honesty King Man Poor
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.
ROBERT BURNS

Best Friendship Himself Honesty Knowledge Lie Live Man Virtue World
There’s some are fou o’ love divine; There’s some are fou o’ brandy.
ROBERT BURNS

Brand Divine Love
Painters and poets have liberty to lie.
ROBERT BURNS

Liberty Lying Paint Poet
What is life, when wanting love? Night without a morning; Love’s the cloudless summer sun, Nature gay adorning.
ROBERT BURNS

Admire Life Love Morning Nature Night Sun

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