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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!

Robert Burns

Some wee short hour ayont the twal.
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One Liner Short
Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white-then melts for ever.
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Fall Moments River Snow
The best-laid plans of mice and men often go awry.
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Best Man Planning Wasted
The best laid plans take 40 years to complete.
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Best Planning Time
Dare to be honest and fear no labor.
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Brave Dare Fear Honesty
The best plans of men and mice often go awry.
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Best Destroy Planning
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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Fools Freedom Ourselves Power
Dare to be honest and fear no labor. … Opera is where a man gets stabbed in the back, and instead of dying, he sings.
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Dare Death Fear Himself Honesty Man Music Sing
But to see her was to love her, Love but her, and love forever.
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Forever Love See
Go fetch to me a pint o’ wine, An’ fill it in a silver tassie.
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Silver Wine
When chill November’s surly blast Made fields and forests bare.
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Cold Forest November Winds
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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Desire Enemy Friendship Heart Love Myself Peace Tears
But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flower, it’s bloom is shed; Or, like the snow-fall in the river, A moment white, then melts forever.
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Bloom Flower Forever Happiness Moments River
What is life, when wanting love? Night without a morning; Love’s the cloudless summer sun, Nature gay adorning.
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Admire Life Love Morning Nature Night Sun
Pleasures are like poppies spread: You seize the flow’r, its bloom is shed.
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Bloom Flower Happiness Nature Wisdom
Some books are lies frae end to end.
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Book End Lying 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!

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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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