But facts are chiels that winna ding, An’ downa be disputed.
ROBERT BURNSShe is a winsome wee thing, She is a handsome wee thing, She is a bonny wee thing, This sweet wee wife o’ mine.
More Robert Burns Quotes
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And O! be sure to fear the Lord alway, And mind your duty, duly, morn and night; Lest in temptation’s path ye gang astray, Implore His counsel and assisting might: They never sought in vain that sought the Lord aright.
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To see her is to love her, And love but her forever; For nature made her what she is, And never made anither!
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Now’s the day and now’s the hour.
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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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Kings may be blest, but Tam was glorious, O’er a’ the ills o’ life victorious.
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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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Prudent, cautious self-control is wisdom’s root.
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To make a happy fireside clime To weans and wife, That’s the true pathos and sublime Of human life.
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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 of mice and men often go awry.
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Hope springs exulting on triumphant wing.
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But to see her was to love her, Love but her, and love forever. Had we never lou’d sae kindly, Had we never lou’d sae blindly, Never met – or never parted – We had ne’er been broken hearted.
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Be Briton still to Britain true, Among oursel’s united; For never but by British hands Maun British wrangs be righted.
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The wide world is all before us – but a world without a friend.
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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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