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Pleasures are like poppies spread: You seize the flow’r, its bloom is shed.

Robert Burns

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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Best Joy Leaving Man Pain Promise
Go fetch to me a pint o’ wine, An’ fill it in a silver tassie.
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Silver Wine
The best-laid plans of mice and men often go awry.
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Best Man Planning Wasted
If there’s another world, he lives in bliss; if there is none, he made the best of this.
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Best Himself Live World
The best plans of men and mice often go awry.
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Best Destroy Planning
But facts are chiels that winna ding, An’ downa be disputed.
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Fact Fight Life
The best laid plans take 40 years to complete.
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Best Planning Time
The wisest man the warl’ e’er saw, He dearly loved the lasses, O.
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Love Man Wisdom
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.
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Blessing Friendship God Goodness Love Poetry Time
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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Dare Death Fear Himself Honesty Man Music Sing
The wide world is all before us – but a world without a friend.
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Friendship One Liner World
Learn taciturnity and let that be your motto!
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Hope Yourself
The honest man, though e’er sae poor, Is king o’ men, for a’ that!
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Honesty King Man Poor
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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Fun Money Myself Name Rhyme Thinking
Dare to be honest and fear no labor.
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Brave Dare Fear Honesty
Gie me ae spark o’ Nature’s fire, That’s a’ the learning I desire.
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Desire Learning Nature Spark

Pleasures are like poppies spread: You seize the flow’r, its bloom is shed.

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