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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

Learn taciturnity and let that be your motto!
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Hope Yourself
Some books are lies frae end to end.
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Book End Lying One Liner
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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Best Count Death Humanity Kind Law Man Nature
My Son, these maxims make a rule An lump them ay thegither: The Rigid Righteous is a fool, The Rigid Wise anither.
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Fools Right Rule Son Wisdom
The snowdrop and primrose our woodlands adorn, and violets bathe in the wet o’ the morn.
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Bath Flower Ourselves Violence
Pleasures are like poppies spread: You seize the flow’r, its bloom is shed.
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Bloom Flower Happiness Nature Wisdom
Suspense is worst than disappointment.
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Disappointment One Liner Worst
Here’s to us, who’s like us Damn few, and they’re all dead.
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Death Ourselves Team
And like a passing thought, she fled In light away.
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Herself Light Pass Run Thinking
Some wee short hour ayont the twal.
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One Liner Short
Dare to be honest and fear no labor.
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Brave Dare Fear Honesty
A women can make an average man great, and a great man average.
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Average Greatness Man Power Woman
There is no such uncertainty as a sure thing.
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Philosophy Uncertain
The best laid plans take 40 years to complete.
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Best Planning Time
God knows, I’m no the thing I should be, Nor am I even the thing I could be.
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Be Yourself God Myself Personality
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
Hope springs exulting on triumphant wing.
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Hope Success Wings
The voice of Nature loudly cries,And many a message from the skies,That something in us never dies.
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Cry Death Loud Nature Sky Voice
Now’s the day and now’s the hour.
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End One Liner Present Time
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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Beautiful Charm Creation Grace Motion Myself Night Sex
I pick my favourite quotations and store them in my mind as ready armour, offensive or defensive, amid the struggle of this turbulent existence.
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Exercise Mindset Quote Struggle Turbulent
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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Fun Money Myself Name Rhyme Thinking
The upright, honest-hearted man Who strives to do the best he can, Need never fear the church’s ban Or hell’s damnation.
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Best Fear Heart Hell Honesty Man Need
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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Gold Life Light Myself Wings
But to see her was to love her, Love but her, and love forever.
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Forever Love See
An honest man here lies at rest, the friend of man the friend of truth the friend of age and guide of youth. Few hearts like his with virtue warmed, few heads with knowledge so informed. If there’s another world, he lives in bliss. If there is none, he made the best of this.
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Best Friendship Himself Honesty Knowledge Lie Live Man Virtue World

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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