Learn taciturnity and let that be your motto!
ROBERT BURNSWhat is life, when wanting love? Night without a morning; Love’s the cloudless summer sun, Nature gay adorning.
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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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Anticipation forward points the view.
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O Life! thou art a galling load, Along a rough, a weary road, To wretches such as I!
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A mind that is conscious of its integrity scorns to say more than it means to perform.
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God knows, I’m no the thing I should be, Nor am I even the thing I could be.
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There’s some are fou o’ love divine; There’s some are fou o’ brandy.
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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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Some books are lies frae end to end.
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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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When matters are desperate we must put on a desperate face.
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Inspiring bold JohnBarleycorn! What dangers thou canst make us scorn! Wi’ usquebae, we’ll face the devil!
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If there’s another world, he lives in bliss; if there is none, he made the best of this.
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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.
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O Scotia! my dear, my native soil! For whom my warmest wish to Heaven is sent
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But to see her was to love her, Love but her, and love forever.
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The honest man, though e’er sae poor, Is king o’ men, for a’ that!
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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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Here’s to us, who’s like us Damn few, and they’re all dead.
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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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The heart that is generous and kind most resembles God.
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My Son, these maxims make a rule An lump them ay thegither: The Rigid Righteous is a fool, The Rigid Wise anither.
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But to see her was to love her, Love but her, and love forever. Had we never lou’d sae kindly, Had we never lou’d sae blindly, Never met – or never parted – We had ne’er been broken hearted.
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A eunuch is a man who has had his work cut out for him.
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Life is but a day at most.
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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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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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