Dare to be honest and fear no labor.
ROBERT BURNSGod help the teacher, if a man of sensibility and genius, when a booby father presents him with his booby son, and insists on lighting up the rays of science in a fellow’s head whose skull is impervious and inaccessible by any other way than a positive fracture with a cudgel.
More Robert Burns Quotes
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The wisest man the warl’ e’er saw, He dearly loved the lasses, O.
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She is a winsome wee thing, She is a handsome wee thing, She is a bonny wee thing, This sweet wee wife o’ mine.
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To step aside is human.
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Farewell, 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.
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God knows, I’m not the thing I should be, Nor am I even the thing I could be, But twenty times I rather would be An atheist clean, Than under gospel colours hid be Just for a screen.
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If there’s another world, he lives in bliss; if there is none, he made the best of this.
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Gie me ae spark o’ Nature’s fire, That’s a’ the learning I desire.
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Nae man can tether time or tide.
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How wretched is the person who hangs on by the favors of the powerful.
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I look on the opposite sex with something like the admiration with which I regard the starry sky on a frosty December night. I admire the beauty of the Creator’s workmanship, I am charmed with the wild but graceful eccentricity of the motions, and then I wish both of them goodnight.
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O, wad some Power the giftie gie us To see oursels as others see us! It wad frae monie a blunder free us, An’ foolish notion.
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The best laid plans take 40 years to complete.
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Some books are lies frae end to end.
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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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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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