I have a hundred times wished that one could resign life as an officer resigns a commission.
ROBERT BURNSIt ‘s guid to be merry and wise, It ‘s guid to be honest and true, It ‘s guid to support Caledonia’s cause, And bide by the buff and the blue.
More Robert Burns Quotes
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The heart that is generous and kind most resembles God.
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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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God knows, I’m no the thing I should be, Nor am I even the thing I could be.
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Man’s inhumanity to man makes countless thousands mourn!
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What is life, when wanting love? Night without a morning; Love’s the cloudless summer sun, Nature gay adorning.
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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 is no such uncertainty as a sure thing.
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Nae man can tether time or tide.
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Now’s the day and now’s the hour.
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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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How wretched is the person who hangs on by the favors of the powerful.
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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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The best-laid plans of mice and men often go awry.
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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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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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To step aside is human.
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Pleasures are like poppies spread: You seize the flow’r, its bloom is shed.
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Learn taciturnity and let that be your motto!
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The snowdrop and primrose our woodlands adorn, and violets bathe in the wet o’ the morn.
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I 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.
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Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white-then melts for ever.
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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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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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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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The wisest man the warl’ e’er saw, He dearly loved the lasses, O.
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