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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 Burns

But facts are chiels that winna ding, An’ downa be disputed.
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Fact Fight Life
Critics! Those cut-throat bandits in the paths of fame.
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Critics Fame Path Struggle
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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Health Heaven Myself Peace Warm
Look abroad through Nature’s range, Nature’s mighty law is change.
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Change Law Nature
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
Painters and poets have liberty to lie.
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Liberty Lying Paint Poet
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
When chill November’s surly blast Made fields and forests bare.
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Cold Forest November Winds
Dare to be honest and fear no labor.
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Brave Dare Fear Honesty
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.
ROBERT BURNS

Best Friendship Himself Honesty Knowledge Lie Live Man Virtue World
Learn taciturnity and let that be your motto!
ROBERT BURNS

Hope Yourself
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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Forever Herself Love Nature See
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 BURNS

Play Red Rose
My heart ‘s in the Highlands, my heart is not here; My heart ‘s in the Highlands a-chasing the deer.
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Dreams Fantasy Heart Myself Yourself
O Scotia! my dear, my native soil! For whom my warmest wish to Heaven is sent
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Heaven Myself Patriot Warm
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

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.

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