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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.

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How wretched is the person who hangs on by the favors of the powerful.
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Man’s inhumanity to man makes countless thousands mourn!
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When chill November’s surly blast Made fields and forests bare.
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Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white-then melts for ever.
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The wide world is all before us – but a world without a friend.
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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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O Scotia! my dear, my native soil! For whom my warmest wish to Heaven is sent
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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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Beauty’s of a fading nature. Has a season and is gone!
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And like a passing thought, she fled In light away.
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There’s some are fou o’ love divine; There’s some are fou o’ brandy.
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The best plans of men and mice often go awry.
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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.
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The best laid plans take 40 years to complete.
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The wisest man the warl’ e’er saw, He dearly loved the lasses, O.
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Painters and poets have liberty to lie.
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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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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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O Life! thou art a galling load, Along a rough, a weary road, To wretches such as I!
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Firmness in enduring and exertion is a character I always wish to possess. I have always despised the whining yelp of complaint and cowardly resolve.
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The best-laid plans of mice and men often go awry.
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Oh would some power the gift give us, to see ourselves as others see us!
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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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The snowdrop and primrose our woodlands adorn, and violets bathe in the wet o’ the morn.
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