Go fetch to me a pint o’ wine, An’ fill it in a silver tassie.
ROBERT BURNSThe honest man, though e’er sae poor, Is king o’ men, for a’ that!
More Robert Burns Quotes
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The best laid plans take 40 years to complete.
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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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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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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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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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Some books are lies frae end to end.
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When chill November’s surly blast Made fields and forests bare.
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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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Anticipation forward points the view.
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A women can make an average man great, and a great man average.
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I’m truly sorry man’s dominion has broken Nature’s social union.
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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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The best plans of men and mice often go awry.
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There is no such uncertainty as a sure thing.
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When matters are desperate we must put on a desperate face.
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My dear, my native soil! For whom my warmest wish to Heav’n is sent, Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil Be blest with health, and peace, and sweet content!
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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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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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Pleasures are like poppies spread: You seize the flow’r, its bloom is shed.
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Now’s the day and now’s the hour.
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A eunuch is a man who has had his work cut out for him.
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But to see her was to love her, Love but her, and love forever.
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How wretched is the person who hangs on by the favors of the powerful.
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Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white-then melts for ever.
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Some wee short hour ayont the twal.
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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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