“Your 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.”

It ‘s guid to be merry and wise, It ‘s guid to be honest and true, It ‘s guid to support Caledonia’s cause, And bide by the buff and the blue.

To make a happy fireside clime To weans and wife, That’s the true pathos and sublime Of human life.

And like a passing thought, she fled In light away.

Inspiring bold JohnBarleycorn! What dangers thou canst make us scorn! Wi’ usquebae, we’ll face the devil!

I’m truly sorry man’s dominion has broken Nature’s social union.

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.

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.

Suspicion is a heavy armor and with its weight it impedes more than it protects.

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!

Firmness in enduring and exertion is a character I always wish to possess. I have always despised the whining yelp of complaint and cowardly resolve.

Nae man can tether time or tide.

Critics! Those cut-throat bandits in the paths of fame.

To see her is to love her, And love but her forever; For nature made her what she is, And never made anither!

Here’s to us, who’s like us Damn few, and they’re all dead.

But facts are chiels that winna ding, An’ downa be disputed.

Dare to be honest and fear no labor.

My eyes are a blessing yet in times like this I envy the blind.

My roots touched mother earth and she blessed me with her color. Brown skin is beautiful.

And as the sun smiles to bless this new day, I inhale life, and journey on.

You’ll either learn a lesson or gain a blessing, either way, done stressing.

Leave all hurt in the past to let love in. Hopeful. Don’t block your blessings.

It’s both a blessing and a curse to feel so much.

The past has taught me some lessons so today I’m counting my blessings I promise I’ll do more than just survive every moment I’m grateful that I’m alive.

It’s a filthy world blessed are those who leave here with their hands clean.