Quotes from Robert Burns

The daisy's for simplicity and unaffected air.

Love's first snow-drop, virgin kiss.

Critics! Those cut-throat bandits in the paths of fame.

Prudent, cautious self-control, is wisdom's root.

Go fetch to me a pint o wine, an fill it in a silver tassie.

Inspiring bold John Barleycorn! What dangers thou canst make us scorn! Wi' tippenny, we fear nae evil; Wi' usquabae, we'll face the devil!

Kings may be blest, but Tam was glorious, O'er a' the ills o' life victorious.

A gaudy dress and gentle air May slightly touch the heart; But it's innocence and modesty that polished the dart.

I wasna fou, but just had plenty.

Oh wad some power the giftie gie usTo see oursels as ithers see us!It wad frae monie a blunder free us, An' foolish notion.

I waive the quantum o' the sin,The hazard of concealing:But, och! it hardens a' within,And petrifies the feeling!

If there's another world, he lives in bliss;If there is none, he made the best of this.

Gie me ae spark o' Nature's fire,That's a' the learning I desire.

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

But to see her was to love her,Love but her, and love forever.Had we never lov'd sae kindly,Had we never lov'd sae blindly,Never met—or never parted—We had ne'er been brokenhearted.

Lay the proud usurpers low!Tyrants fall in every foe!Liberty's in every blow!Let us do or die!

Ah, gentle dames! it gars me greetTo think how monie counsels sweet,How monie lengthened, sage advices,The husband frae the wife despises.

Wee, sleekit, cow'rin, tim'rous beastie,O, what a panic's in thy breastie!Thou need na start awa sae hasty, Wi' bickering brattle!

In durance vile here must I wake and weep,And all my frowsy couch in sorrow steep.

Inspiring bold John Barleycorn!What dangers thou canst make us scorn!Wi' tippenny, we fear nae evil;Wi' usquebae, we'll face the devil!

Then gently scan your brother man,Still gentler sister woman;Tho' they may gang a kennin wrang,To step aside is human.

His locked, lettered, braw brass collarShowed him the gentleman an' scholar.

For a' that and a' that,It's coming yet, for a' that,That man to man the world o'erShall brothers be for a' that.

Her cutty sark, o' Paisley harn,That while a lassie she had worn,In longitude tho' sorely scanty,It was her best, and she was vauntie.