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There’s some are fou o’ love divine; There’s some are fou o’ brandy.

Robert Burns

Critics! Those cut-throat bandits in the paths of fame.
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Critics Fame Path Struggle
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
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
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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Best Friendship Himself Honesty Knowledge Lie Live Man Virtue World
Pleasures are like poppies spread: You seize the flow’r, its bloom is shed.
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Bloom Flower Happiness Nature Wisdom
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
Some books are lies frae end to end.
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Book End Lying One Liner
O Life! thou art a galling load, Along a rough, a weary road, To wretches such as I!
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Life Myself Obstacle Path Road Struggle
The heart that is generous and kind most resembles God.
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Generosity God Heart Kind
Anticipation forward points the view.
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One Liner Point View
Prudent, cautious self-control is wisdom’s root.
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Care Control Root Wisdom
I have a hundred times wished that one could resign life as an officer resigns a commission.
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Commission Life Oneself Time
O Scotia! my dear, my native soil! For whom my warmest wish to Heaven is sent
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Heaven Myself Patriot Warm
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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Forever Herself Love Nature See
Painters and poets have liberty to lie.
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Liberty Lying Paint Poet
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

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