There’s some are fou o’ love divine; There’s some are fou o’ brandy.
ROBERT BURNS
Firmness in enduring and exertion is a character I always wish to possess. I have always despised the whining yelp of complaint and cowardly resolve.
More Robert Burns Quotes
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There’s some are fou o’ love divine; There’s some are fou o’ brandy.
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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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Here’s to us, who’s like us Damn few, and they’re all dead.
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Look abroad through Nature’s range, Nature’s mighty law is change.
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The best-laid schemes o’ mice an’ men, Gang aft a-gley, And leave us nought but grief and pain, For promised joy.
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The honest man, though e’er sae poor, Is king o’ men, for a’ that!
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The best laid plans take 40 years to complete.
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A eunuch is a man who has had his work cut out for him.
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Hope springs exulting on triumphant wing.
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It ‘s guid to be merry and wise, It ‘s guid to be honest and true, It ‘s guid to support Caledonia’s cause, And bide by the buff and the blue.
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The wide world is all before us – but a world without a friend.
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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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I look on the opposite sex with something like the admiration with which I regard the starry sky on a frosty December night. I admire the beauty of the Creator’s workmanship, I am charmed with the wild but graceful eccentricity of the motions, and then I wish both of them goodnight.
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Mankind is a science that defies definitions.
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To make a happy fireside clime To weans and wife, That’s the true pathos and sublime Of human life.
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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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