I 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.
ROBERT BURNSGod 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.
More Robert Burns Quotes
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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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Prudent, cautious self-control is wisdom’s root.
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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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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.
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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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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 snowdrop and primrose our woodlands adorn, and violets bathe in the wet o’ the morn.
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Some wee short hour ayont the twal.
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But facts are chiels that winna ding, An’ downa be disputed.
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There’s some are fou o’ love divine; There’s some are fou o’ brandy.
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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.
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Nae man can tether time or tide.
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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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What is life, when wanting love? Night without a morning; Love’s the cloudless summer sun, Nature gay adorning.
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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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