Here’s to us, who’s like us Damn few, and they’re all dead.
ROBERT BURNSHere’s to us, who’s like us Damn few, and they’re all dead.
ROBERT BURNSThe trout in yonder wimpling burn – That glides, a silver dart, – And, safe beneath the shady thorn, – Defies the anglers art.
ROBERT BURNSYe 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.
ROBERT BURNSGo fetch to me a pint o’ wine, An’ fill it in a silver tassie.
ROBERT BURNSLook abroad through Nature’s range, Nature’s mighty law is change.
ROBERT BURNSSuspense is worst than disappointment.
ROBERT BURNSThe snowdrop and primrose our woodlands adorn, and violets bathe in the wet o’ the morn.
ROBERT BURNSI look on the opposite sex with something like the admiration with which I regard the starry sky on a frosty December night. I admire the beauty of the Creator’s workmanship, I am charmed with the wild but graceful eccentricity of the motions, and then I wish both of them goodnight.
ROBERT BURNSI pick my favourite quotations and store them in my mind as ready armour, offensive or defensive, amid the struggle of this turbulent existence.
ROBERT BURNSThe heart that is generous and kind most resembles God.
ROBERT BURNSKings may be blest, but Tam was glorious, O’er a’ the ills o’ life victorious.
ROBERT BURNSI 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 BURNSThe upright, honest-hearted man Who strives to do the best he can, Need never fear the church’s ban Or hell’s damnation.
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.
ROBERT BURNSThere is no such uncertainty as a sure thing.
ROBERT BURNSThe wisest man the warl’ e’er saw, He dearly loved the lasses, O.
ROBERT BURNS