The wide world is all before us – but a world without a friend.
ROBERT BURNSThe wide world is all before us – but a world without a friend.
ROBERT BURNSThe snowdrop and primrose our woodlands adorn, and violets bathe in the wet o’ the morn.
ROBERT BURNSYe Hypocrites, are these your pranks To murder men and gie God thanks Desist for shame, proceed no further God won’t accept your thanks for murder.
ROBERT BURNSThe best-laid plans of mice and men often go awry.
ROBERT BURNSI have a hundred times wished that one could resign life as an officer resigns a commission.
ROBERT BURNSBut to see her was to love her, Love but her, and love forever. Had we never lou’d sae kindly, Had we never lou’d sae blindly, Never met – or never parted – We had ne’er been broken hearted.
ROBERT BURNSThere’s some are fou o’ love divine; There’s some are fou o’ brandy.
ROBERT BURNSSome books are lies frae end to end.
ROBERT BURNSA eunuch is a man who has had his work cut out for him.
ROBERT BURNSMy 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!
ROBERT BURNSNature’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!
ROBERT BURNSAnd O! be sure to fear the Lord alway, And mind your duty, duly, morn and night; Lest in temptation’s path ye gang astray, Implore His counsel and assisting might: They never sought in vain that sought the Lord aright.
ROBERT BURNSThe honest man, though e’er sae poor, Is king o’ men, for a’ that!
ROBERT BURNSAnd like a passing thought, she fled In light away.
ROBERT BURNSMan’s inhumanity to man makes countless thousands mourn!
ROBERT BURNSYour lines, I maintain it, are poetry, and good poetry. Friendship had I been so blest as to have met with you in time, might have led me – God of love only knows where.
ROBERT BURNS