Quotes from burns robert ii

Suspense is worse than disappointment.

If naebody care for me, I'll care for naebody.

The fear o' hell 's a hangman's whip To haud the wretch in order; But where ye feel your honour grip, Let that aye be your border.

Or were I in the wildest waste, Sae black and bare, sae black and bare, The desert were a paradise, If thou wert there, if thou wert there.

Wee, modest, crimson-tippèd flow'r, Thou's met me in an evil hour; For I maun crush amang the stoure Thy slender stem: To spare thee now is past my pow'r, Thou bonie gem.

It's hardly in a body's pow'r, To keep, at times, frae being sour.

Beauty's of a fading nature Has a season and is gone!