The best laid plans take 40 years to complete.
ROBERT BURNSThe best laid plans take 40 years to complete.
ROBERT BURNSFirmness in enduring and exertion is a character I always wish to possess. I have always despised the whining yelp of complaint and cowardly resolve.
ROBERT BURNSFarewell, 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.
ROBERT BURNSIf there’s another world, he lives in bliss; if there is none, he made the best of this.
ROBERT BURNSThe honest man, though e’er sae poor, Is king o’ men, for a’ that!
ROBERT BURNSAn 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 BURNSThe best-laid schemes o’ mice an’ men, Gang aft a-gley, And leave us nought but grief and pain, For promised joy.
ROBERT BURNSOh 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.
ROBERT BURNSBeauty’s of a fading nature. Has a season and is gone!
ROBERT BURNSI have a hundred times wished that one could resign life as an officer resigns a commission.
ROBERT BURNSTo see her is to love her, And love but her forever; For nature made her what she is, And never made anither!
ROBERT BURNSThe trout in yonder wimpling burn – That glides, a silver dart, – And, safe beneath the shady thorn, – Defies the anglers art.
ROBERT BURNSLearn taciturnity and let that be your motto!
ROBERT BURNSAnd 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.
ROBERT BURNSWhen matters are desperate we must put on a desperate face.
ROBERT BURNSSome 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.
ROBERT BURNS