Suspicion is a heavy armor and with its weight it impedes more than it protects.
ROBERT BURNSSuspicion is a heavy armor and with its weight it impedes more than it protects.
More Robert Burns Quotes
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How wretched is the person who hangs on by the favors of the powerful.
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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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When matters are desperate we must put on a desperate face.
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And like a passing thought, she fled In light away.
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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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Some books are lies frae end to end.
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To see her is to love her, And love but her forever; For nature made her what she is, And never made anither!
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Anticipation forward points the view.
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But to see her was to love her, Love but her, and love forever.
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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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Oh would some power the gift give us, to see ourselves as others see us!
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I want someone to laugh with me, someone to be grave with me, someone to please me and help my discrimination with his or her own remark, and at times, no doubt, to admire my acuteness and penetration.
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Dare to be honest and fear no labor. … Opera is where a man gets stabbed in the back, and instead of dying, he sings.
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Farewell, my friends! farewell, my foes! My peace with these, my love with those. The bursting tears my heart declare; Farewell, the bonnie banks of Ayr.
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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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What is life, when wanting love? Night without a morning; Love’s the cloudless summer sun, Nature gay adorning.
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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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Nature’s law, That man was made to mourn. Man’s inhumanity to man Makes countless thousands mourn! O Death, the poor man’s dearest friend, The kindest and the best!
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Now’s the day and now’s the hour.
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Go fetch to me a pint o’ wine, An’ fill it in a silver tassie.
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She is a winsome wee thing, She is a handsome wee thing, She is a bonny wee thing, This sweet wee wife o’ mine.
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O Scotia! my dear, my native soil! For whom my warmest wish to Heaven is sent
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Look abroad through Nature’s range, Nature’s mighty law is change.
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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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God knows, I’m not the thing I should be, Nor am I even the thing I could be, But twenty times I rather would be An atheist clean, Than under gospel colours hid be Just for a screen.
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When Nature her great masterpiece designed,And framed her last, best work, the human mind,Her eye intent on all the wondrous plan,She formed of various stuff the various Man.
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