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The snowdrop and primrose our woodlands adorn, and violets bathe in the wet o’ the morn.

Robert Burns

Suspense is worst than disappointment.
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Disappointment One Liner Worst
The best-laid plans of mice and men often go awry.
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Best Man Planning Wasted
To step aside is human.
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Human One Liner
The golden hours on angel wings Flew o’er me and my dearie, For dear to me as light and life Was my sweet Highland Mary.
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Gold Life Light Myself Wings
Suspicion is a heavy armor and with its weight it impedes more than it protects.
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heavy Protection Weight
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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Happiness Morning Nature Wind
Some wee short hour ayont the twal.
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One Liner Short
When matters are desperate we must put on a desperate face.
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Desperate Face
The trout in yonder wimpling burn – That glides, a silver dart, – And, safe beneath the shady thorn, – Defies the anglers art.
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Art Burn Silver
Nae man can tether time or tide.
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Change Man One Liner Time
It ‘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.
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Guide Honesty Support True Wisdom
Mankind is a science that defies definitions.
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Kind Man Meaning One Liner Science
Hope springs exulting on triumphant wing.
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Hope Success Wings
But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flower, it’s bloom is shed; Or, like the snow-fall in the river, A moment white, then melts forever.
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Bloom Flower Forever Happiness Moments River
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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Best Joy Leaving Man Pain Promise
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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Play Red Rose

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