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The best-laid schemes o’ mice an’ men, Gang aft a-gley, And leave us nought but grief and pain, For promised joy.

Robert Burns

To make a happy fireside clime To weans and wife, That’s the true pathos and sublime Of human life.
ROBERT BURNS

Happiness Human Life True Wife
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.
ROBERT BURNS

Play Red Rose
God knows, I’m no the thing I should be, Nor am I even the thing I could be.
ROBERT BURNS

Be Yourself God Myself Personality
When chill November’s surly blast Made fields and forests bare.
ROBERT BURNS

Cold Forest November Winds
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.
ROBERT BURNS

Acceptance God Hypocrisy Man Murder Shame Thankful Yourself
Be Briton still to Britain true, Among oursel’s united; For never but by British hands Maun British wrangs be righted.
ROBERT BURNS

Hands Right True Unity
I have a hundred times wished that one could resign life as an officer resigns a commission.
ROBERT BURNS

Commission Life Oneself Time
What is life, when wanting love? Night without a morning; Love’s the cloudless summer sun, Nature gay adorning.
ROBERT BURNS

Admire Life Love Morning Nature Night Sun
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
To step aside is human.
ROBERT BURNS

Human One Liner
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!
ROBERT BURNS

Health Heaven Myself Peace Warm
If there’s another world, he lives in bliss; if there is none, he made the best of this.
ROBERT BURNS

Best Himself Live World
Man’s inhumanity to man makes countless thousands mourn!
ROBERT BURNS

Human Mourning Silver
Oh would some power the gift give us, to see ourselves as others see us!
ROBERT BURNS

Gift Ourselves Power See
She is a winsome wee thing, She is a handsome wee thing, She is a bonny wee thing, This sweet wee wife o’ mine.
ROBERT BURNS

Appearance Beautiful Herself Love Myself Wife
Suspense is worst than disappointment.
ROBERT BURNS

Disappointment One Liner Worst

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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