Go fetch to me a pint o’ wine, An’ fill it in a silver tassie.
ROBERT BURNSBut to see her was to love her, Love but her, and love forever.
More Robert Burns Quotes
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Prudent, cautious self-control is wisdom’s root.
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To step aside is human.
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When matters are desperate we must put on a desperate face.
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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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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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O Life! thou art a galling load, Along a rough, a weary road, To wretches such as I!
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Pleasures are like poppies spread: You seize the flow’r, its bloom is shed.
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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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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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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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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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There’s some are fou o’ love divine; There’s some are fou o’ brandy.
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Now’s the day and now’s the hour.
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To see her is to love her, And love but her forever; For nature made her what she is, And never made anither!
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Critics! Those cut-throat bandits in the paths of fame.
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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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But facts are chiels that winna ding, An’ downa be disputed.
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She is a winsome wee thing, She is a handsome wee thing, She is a bonny wee thing, This sweet wee wife o’ mine.
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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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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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Hope springs exulting on triumphant wing.
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A women can make an average man great, and a great man average.
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Anticipation forward points the view.
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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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Painters and poets have liberty to lie.
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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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