Quotes from Robert Burns

O would some power the giftie gie us to see ourselves as others see us.

The best laid schemes o' Mice an' Men, Gang aft agley, An' lea'e us nought but grief an' pain, For promis'd joy

The best-laid schemes o' mice an 'menGang aft agley.

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.

The heart and benevolent and kind the most resembles God.

O wad some Power the giftie gie us To see oursels as ithers see us!

Hope Springs Exulting on Triumphant Wing.

Then gently scan your brother man, still gentler sister woman, though they may gang a kennin wrang, to step aside is human

An honest man here lies at rest, The friend of man, the friend of truth, The friend of age, and guide of youth: Few hearts like his, with virtue warm'd, Few heads with knowledge so inform'd; If there's another world, he lives in bliss; If there is none, he made the best of this.

Let them cant about decorum, who have characters to lose!

I am little acquainted with politeness, but I know a good deal of benevolence of temper and goodness of heart.

Before the morn ye'll work mischief:'' Indeed will I,'' quo' Findlay. -?? ??? ?? ???? ??????. -??? ???? - ???? ??????.

Critics! Appalled I ventured on the name. Those cutthroat bandits in the paths of fame.

The best-laid schemes o' mice an' men Gang aft agley, An' lea'e us naught but grief an' pain For promised joy! Still thou art blest, compared wi' me! The present only toucheth thee:

In proving foresight may be vain: The best-laid schemes o' mice an' men Gang aft agley, An' lea'e us nought but grief an' pain, For promis'd joy!

The snowdrop and primrose our woodlands adorn, and violets bathe in the wet o' the morn.

The great Creator to revere Must sure become the creature; But still the preaching cant forbear, And ev'n the rigid feature: Yet ne'er with wits profane to range Be complaisance extended;An atheist laugh's a poor exchange For deity offended.

All-cheering Plenty, with her flowing horn, Led yellow Autumn, wreath'd with nodding corn." [ Brigs of Ayr ]

ah the power that gift would give us, to see ourselves as others see us.

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

For a' that, an' a' that, It's coming yet for a' that, That Man to Man, the world o'er, Shall brothers be for a' that.

Till crash! the cruel coulter past Out thro' thy cell.

My love is like the red red rose That's newly sprung in June O my love's like the melody That's newly played in tune

A fig for those by law protected! Liberty's a glorious feast! Courts for cowards were erected, Churches built to please the priest!