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.
ROBERT BURNSHope springs exulting on triumphant wing.
More Robert Burns Quotes
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O Scotia! my dear, my native soil! For whom my warmest wish to Heaven is sent
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The best plans of men and mice often go awry.
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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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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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The voice of Nature loudly cries,And many a message from the skies,That something in us never dies.
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Look abroad through Nature’s range, Nature’s mighty law is change.
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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!
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The upright, honest-hearted man Who strives to do the best he can, Need never fear the church’s ban Or hell’s damnation.
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A women can make an average man great, and a great man average.
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When Nature her great masterpiece designed,And framed her last, best work, the human mind,Her eye intent on all the wondrous plan,She formed of various stuff the various Man.
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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.
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Suspense is worst than disappointment.
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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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Prudent, cautious self-control is wisdom’s root.
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