Some books are lies frae end to end.
ROBERT BURNSA eunuch is a man who has had his work cut out for him.
More Robert Burns Quotes
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Some books are lies frae end to end.
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Some wee short hour ayont the twal.
ROBERT BURNSSome wee short hour ayont the twal.
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When matters are desperate we must put on a desperate face.
ROBERT BURNSWhen matters are desperate we must put on a desperate face.
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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.
ROBERT BURNSBut 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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O Scotia! my dear, my native soil! For whom my warmest wish to Heaven is sent
ROBERT BURNSO Scotia! my dear, my native soil! For whom my warmest wish to Heaven is sent
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A women can make an average man great, and a great man average.
ROBERT BURNSA women can make an average man great, and a great man average.
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The wisest man the warl’ e’er saw, He dearly loved the lasses, O.
ROBERT BURNSThe wisest man the warl’ e’er saw, He dearly loved the lasses, O.
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How wretched is the person who hangs on by the favors of the powerful.
ROBERT BURNSHow wretched is the person who hangs on by the favors of the powerful.
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I pick my favourite quotations and store them in my mind as ready armour, offensive or defensive, amid the struggle of this turbulent existence.
ROBERT BURNSI 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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Ye Hypocrites, are these your pranks To murder men and gie God thanks Desist for shame, proceed no further God won’t accept your thanks for murder.
ROBERT BURNSYe Hypocrites, are these your pranks To murder men and gie God thanks Desist for shame, proceed no further God won’t accept your thanks for murder.
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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.
ROBERT BURNSGod 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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Oh my luve’s like a red, red rose, That’s newly sprung in June; Oh my luve’s like the melodie That’s sweetly played in tune.
ROBERT BURNSOh my luve’s like a red, red rose, That’s newly sprung in June; Oh my luve’s like the melodie That’s sweetly played in tune.
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To make a happy fireside clime To weans and wife, That’s the true pathos and sublime Of human life.
ROBERT BURNSTo make a happy fireside clime To weans and wife, That’s the true pathos and sublime Of human life.
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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!
ROBERT BURNSTo 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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But to see her was to love her, Love but her, and love forever.
ROBERT BURNSBut to see her was to love her, Love but her, and love forever.
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My Son, these maxims make a rule An lump them ay thegither: The Rigid Righteous is a fool, The Rigid Wise anither.
ROBERT BURNSMy 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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