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To make a happy fireside clime To weans and wife, That’s the true pathos and sublime Of human life.

Robert Burns

The best-laid plans of mice and men often go awry.
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Best Man Planning Wasted
Here’s to us, who’s like us Damn few, and they’re all dead.
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Death Ourselves Team
Beauty’s of a fading nature. Has a season and is gone!
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Beautiful Fade Nature Season
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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Discrimination Doubt Grave Laughter Myself Time
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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Best Count Death Humanity Kind Law Man Nature
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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Best Joy Leaving Man Pain Promise
Kings may be blest, but Tam was glorious, O’er a’ the ills o’ life victorious.
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Blessing Glory King Life Victory
Look abroad through Nature’s range, Nature’s mighty law is change.
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Change Law Nature
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
Suspense is worst than disappointment.
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Disappointment One Liner Worst
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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Play Red Rose
The voice of Nature loudly cries,And many a message from the skies,That something in us never dies.
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Cry Death Loud Nature Sky Voice
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
How wretched is the person who hangs on by the favors of the powerful.
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Person Powerful Rich
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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Frame Greatness Human Man Mindset Nature Planning Work
The wisest man the warl’ e’er saw, He dearly loved the lasses, O.
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Love Man Wisdom

To make a happy fireside clime To weans and wife, That’s the true pathos and sublime Of human life.

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