Quotes by Robert Burns
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There's nought but care on ev'ry han', In ev'ry hour that passes, O:...
Their sighing , canting , grace-proud faces, their three-mile prayers, and half-mile graces.
Suspicion is a heavy armor and with its weight it impedes more than it protects.
But man to whom alone is given/ A ray direct from pitying /Heaven Glories in his heart humane /And creatures for his pleasure slain.
The soger frae the wars returns, The sailor frae the main,...
Ae fond kiss, and then we sever! A farewell, and then forever! Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee, Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee. Who shall say that Fortune grieves him, While the star of hope she leaves him? Me, nae cheerful twinkle lights me, Dark despair around benights me.
Had we never lov'd sae kindly, Had we never lov'd sae blindly, Never met -- or never parted -- we had never been broken-hearted.
Let us do or die.
The best-laid schemes o' mice an 'men Gang aft agley.
The heart and benevolent and kind the most resembles God.
Critics! Those cut-throat bandits in the paths of fame.
Oh would some power the giftie gie us, to see ourselves as others see us
The great Creator to revereMust sure become the creatureBut still the preaching cant forbear,And ev'n the rigid featureYet ne'er with wits profane to rangeBe complaisance extendedAn atheist laugh's a poor exchangeFor deity offended.
I have a hundred times wished that one could resign life as an officer resigns a commission.
The best-laid schemes o' mice an 'menGang aft agley.
The best laid schemes o' Mice an' Men, Gang aft agley, An' lea'e us nought but grief an' pain, For promis'd joy
O would some power the giftie gie us to see ourselves as others see us. (O would some power the gift to give us to see ourselves as others see us.)
If there is another world, he lives in bliss. If there is none, he made the best of this.
Look abroad through Nature's range, Nature's mighty law is change.
O would some power the giftie gie us to see ourselves as others see us.
Ae fond kiss, and then we severA farewell, and then foreverDeep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee,Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee.Who shall say that Fortune grieves him,While the star of hope she leaves himMe, nae cheerful twinkle lights me,Dark despair around benights me.
Morality, thou ly bane, Thy tens o' thousands thou has slain!
Then let us pray that come it may,— As come it will for a' that,—...
When chill November's surly blast make fields and forest bare.
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