Some books are lies frae end to end.
ROBERT BURNSO Life! thou art a galling load, Along a rough, a weary road, To wretches such as I!
More Robert Burns Quotes
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A eunuch is a man who has had his work cut out for him.
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Farewell, my friends! farewell, my foes! My peace with these, my love with those. The bursting tears my heart declare; Farewell, the bonnie banks of Ayr.
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Go fetch to me a pint o’ wine, An’ fill it in a silver tassie.
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There’s some are fou o’ love divine; There’s some are fou o’ brandy.
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To make a happy fireside clime To weans and wife, That’s the true pathos and sublime Of human life.
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The best plans of men and mice often go awry.
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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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She is a winsome wee thing, She is a handsome wee thing, She is a bonny wee thing, This sweet wee wife o’ mine.
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But to see her was to love her, Love but her, and love forever.
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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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Kings may be blest, but Tam was glorious, O’er a’ the ills o’ life victorious.
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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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Gie me ae spark o’ Nature’s fire, That’s a’ the learning I desire.
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Dare to be honest and fear no labor. … Opera is where a man gets stabbed in the back, and instead of dying, he sings.
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And like a passing thought, she fled In light away.
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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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Now’s the day and now’s the hour.
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Be Briton still to Britain true, Among oursel’s united; For never but by British hands Maun British wrangs be righted.
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I’m truly sorry man’s dominion has broken Nature’s social union.
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Life is but a day at most.
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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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Man’s inhumanity to man makes countless thousands mourn!
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There is no such uncertainty as a sure thing.
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Some rhyme a neebor’s name to lash; Some rhyme (vain thought!) for needfu’ cash; Some rhyme to court the countra clash, An’ raise a din; For me, an aim I never fash; I rhyme for fun.
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God help the teacher, if a man of sensibility and genius, when a booby father presents him with his booby son, and insists on lighting up the rays of science in a fellow’s head whose skull is impervious and inaccessible by any other way than a positive fracture with a cudgel.
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A women can make an average man great, and a great man average.
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