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Ye 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 Burns

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!
ROBERT BURNS

Health Heaven Myself Peace Warm
When chill November’s surly blast Made fields and forests bare.
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Cold Forest November Winds
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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Beautiful Charm Creation Grace Motion Myself Night Sex
A mind that is conscious of its integrity scorns to say more than it means to perform.
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Integrity Meaning Mindset Performance
The best-laid plans of mice and men often go awry.
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Best Man Planning Wasted
Now’s the day and now’s the hour.
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End One Liner Present Time
I’m truly sorry man’s dominion has broken Nature’s social union.
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Domination Myself Nature Social Sorry True
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
Some books are lies frae end to end.
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Book End Lying One Liner
Pleasures are like poppies spread: You seize the flow’r, its bloom is shed.
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Bloom Flower Happiness Nature Wisdom
Learn taciturnity and let that be your motto!
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Hope Yourself
Anticipation forward points the view.
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One Liner Point View
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
O Scotia! my dear, my native soil! For whom my warmest wish to Heaven is sent
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Heaven Myself Patriot Warm
Here’s to us, who’s like us Damn few, and they’re all dead.
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Death Ourselves Team
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.
ROBERT BURNS

Best Friendship Himself Honesty Knowledge Lie Live Man Virtue World

Ye 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.

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