O Life! thou art a galling load, Along a rough, a weary road, To wretches such as I!
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.
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And 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.
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My Son, these maxims make a rule An lump them ay thegither: The Rigid Righteous is a fool, The Rigid Wise anither.
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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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Here’s to us, who’s like us Damn few, and they’re all dead.
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Man’s inhumanity to man makes countless thousands mourn!
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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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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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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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The best-laid plans of mice and men often go awry.
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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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A mind that is conscious of its integrity scorns to say more than it means to perform.
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Some books are lies frae end to end.
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Inspiring bold JohnBarleycorn! What dangers thou canst make us scorn! Wi’ usquebae, we’ll face the devil!
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Suspense is worst than disappointment.
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How wretched is the person who hangs on by the favors of the powerful.
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