She is a winsome wee thing, She is a handsome wee thing, She is a bonny wee thing, This sweet wee wife o’ mine.
ROBERT BURNSI want someone to laugh with me, someone to be grave with me, someone to please me and help my discrimination with his or her own remark, and at times, no doubt, to admire my acuteness and penetration.
More Robert Burns Quotes
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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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The wisest man the warl’ e’er saw, He dearly loved the lasses, O.
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Kings may be blest, but Tam was glorious, O’er a’ the ills o’ life victorious.
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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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The best laid plans take 40 years to complete.
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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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Oh would some power the gift give us, to see ourselves as others see us!
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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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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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The best plans of men and mice often go awry.
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Now’s the day and now’s the hour.
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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!
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What is life, when wanting love? Night without a morning; Love’s the cloudless summer sun, Nature gay adorning.
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Pleasures are like poppies spread: You seize the flow’r, its bloom is shed.
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God help the teacher, if a man of sensibility and genius, when a booby father presents him with his booby son, and insists on lighting up the rays of science in a fellow’s head whose skull is impervious and inaccessible by any other way than a positive fracture with a cudgel.
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