The upright, honest-hearted man Who strives to do the best he can, Need never fear the church’s ban Or hell’s damnation.
ROBERT BURNSI want someone to laugh with me, someone to be grave with me, someone to please me and help my discrimination with his or her own remark, and at times, no doubt, to admire my acuteness and penetration.
More Robert Burns Quotes
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A women can make an average man great, and a great man average.
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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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The voice of Nature loudly cries,And many a message from the skies,That something in us never dies.
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Some books are lies frae end to end.
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A eunuch is a man who has had his work cut out for him.
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God knows, I’m not the thing I should be, Nor am I even the thing I could be, But twenty times I rather would be An atheist clean, Than under gospel colours hid be Just for a screen.
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I’m truly sorry man’s dominion has broken Nature’s social union.
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When matters are desperate we must put on a desperate face.
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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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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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The wide world is all before us – but a world without a friend.
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Oh would some power the gift give us, to see ourselves as others see us!
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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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Kings may be blest, but Tam was glorious, O’er a’ the ills o’ life victorious.
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Pleasures are like poppies spread: You seize the flow’r, its bloom is shed.
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