Quotes from Robert Burns

O, my Luve is like a red, red rose,That's newly sprung in June.O, my Luve is like the melodie,That's sweetly played in tune.

This day Time winds th' exhausted chain,To run the twelvemonth's length again.

He wales a portion with judicious care;And "Let us worship God" he says, with solemn air.

When Nature her great masterpiece design'd,And fram'd her last, best work, the human mind,Her eye intent on all the mazy plan,She form'd of various stuff the various Man.

The voice of Nature loudly cries,And many a message from the skies,That something in us never dies.

The golden hours on angel wingsFlew o'er me and my dearie;For dear to me as light and lifeWas my sweet Highland Mary.

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,And never brought to min'?Should auld acquaintance be forgot,And days o' auld lang syne?

Ae fond kiss, and then we sever;Ae farewell and then forever!

Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North,The birthplace of valor, the country of worth!Wherever I wander, wherever I rove,The hills of the Highlands for ever I love.

God knows, I'm no the thing I should be,Nor am I even the thing I could be.

Perhaps it may turn out a sang,Perhaps turn out a sermon.

It was a' for our rightfu' KingWe left fair Scotland's strand.

Green grow the rashes, O;Green grow the rashes, O;The sweetest hours that e'er I spendAre spent among the lasses, O.

Ye banks and braes o' bonny Doon,How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair?How can ye chant, ye little birds,And I sae weary fu' o' care!Thou'll break my heart, thou warbling bird,That wantons thro' the flowering thorn!Thou minds me o' departed joys,Departed never to return.

Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes,Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise.My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream,Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.

There's nought but care on ev'ry han',In every hour that passes, O:What signifies the life o' man,An' 't were nae for the lasses, O.

On ev'ry hand it will allow'd be,He's just—nae better than he should be.

But, oh! fell death's untimely frost,That nipt my flower sae early.

Nature's law,That man was made to mourn.

For auld lang syne, my dear,For auld lang syne,We'll tak a cup o' kindness yetFor auld lang syne!

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.

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.

Learn taciturnity and let that be your motto!

Look abroad through Nature's range, Nature's mighty law is change.