The best-laid plans of mice and men often go awry.
ROBERT BURNSYour lines, I maintain it, are poetry, and good poetry. Friendship had I been so blest as to have met with you in time, might have led me – God of love only knows where.
More Robert Burns Quotes
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Oh would some power the gift give us, to see ourselves as others see us!
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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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The best-laid schemes o’ mice an’ men, Gang aft a-gley, And leave us nought but grief and pain, For promised joy.
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Look abroad through Nature’s range, Nature’s mighty law is change.
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The snowdrop and primrose our woodlands adorn, and violets bathe in the wet o’ the morn.
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Here’s to us, who’s like us Damn few, and they’re all dead.
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Inspiring bold JohnBarleycorn! What dangers thou canst make us scorn! Wi’ usquebae, we’ll face the devil!
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Life is but a day at most.
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A women can make an average man great, and a great man average.
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But to see her was to love her, Love but her, and love forever.
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Painters and poets have liberty to lie.
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And like a passing thought, she fled In light away.
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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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Some books are lies frae end to end.
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Pleasures are like poppies spread: You seize the flow’r, its bloom is shed.
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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.
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Nae man can tether time or tide.
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Firmness in enduring and exertion is a character I always wish to possess. I have always despised the whining yelp of complaint and cowardly resolve.
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The trout in yonder wimpling burn – That glides, a silver dart, – And, safe beneath the shady thorn, – Defies the anglers art.
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O Life! thou art a galling load, Along a rough, a weary road, To wretches such as I!
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Prudent, cautious self-control is wisdom’s root.
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When chill November’s surly blast Made fields and forests bare.
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Your lines, I maintain it, are poetry, and good poetry. Friendship had I been so blest as to have met with you in time, might have led me – God of love only knows where.
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Kings may be blest, but Tam was glorious, O’er a’ the ills o’ life victorious.
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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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Learn taciturnity and let that be your motto!
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