Quotes from Robert Burns

Even thou who mournst the daisies fate, that fate is thine.

I found that old Solomon proved it fair, That a big-belly'd bottle's a cure for all care.

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

Ae Fond Kiss

Even tho who mournst the daisies fate, that fate is thine.

O wad some Power the giftie gie us To see oursels as ithers see us! It wad frae mony a blunder free us, An' foolish notion: What airs in dress an' gait wad lea'e us, An' ev'n devotion!

Unmatch'd at the bottle, unconquer'd in war, He drank his poor god-ship as deep as the sea; No tide of the Baltic e'er drunker than he.

The best laid schemes o'mice an' men gang aft agley, An'lea'e us nought but grief an'pain, For promis'd joy...

We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be free.

What makes the hero truly great is never, never to despair.

Fortune, if thou'll but gie me still Hale breeks, a scone, an whisky gill, An' rowth o' rhyme to rave at will, Take a' the rest, An' deal't about as thy blind skill Directs thee best.

I want someone to laugh with me, someone to be grave with me, someone to please me and help my discrimination with his or her own remark, and at times, no doubt, to admire my acuteness and penetration

Dear Sir, I'll gie ye some advice, You'll tak it no uncivil: You shouldna paint at angels, man, But try and paint the Devil. To paint an angel's kittle wark, Wi' Nick there's little danger; You'll easy draw a lang-kent face, But no sae weel a stranger.

The best laid schemes of mice and men often go astray

The best laid schemes o' mice an' men/Gang aft agley" (En iyi planlar? farelerin ve insanlar?n/S?kça ters gider)

Even thou who mournst the daisy's fate, that fate is thine.

Here's freedom to him who would read; Here's freedom to him who would write; None ever feared that the truth should be heard, But them that the truth would indict.

Should the poor be flattered?—Shakespeare.

Thou Power Supreme, whose mighty scheme These woes of mine fulfil, Here firm I rest; they must be best, Because they are Thy will! Then all I want—O do Thou grant This one request of mine!— Since to enjoy Thou dost deny, Assist me to resign.

Where sits our sulky, sullen dame, Gathering her brows like gathering storm, Nursing her wrath to keep it warm.

While we sit bousin, at the nappy, And gettin fou and unco happy, We think na on the lang Scots miles, The mosses, waters, slaps, and stiles, That lie between us and our hame, Whare sits our sulky, sullen dame, Gathering her brows like gathering storm, Nursing her wrath to keep it warm.

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

Fickle Fortune: A Fragment Though fickle Fortune has deceived me, She pormis'd fair and perform'd but ill; Of mistress, friends, and wealth bereav'd me, Yet I bear a heart shall support me still. I'll act with prudence as far 's I'm able, But if success I must never find, Then come misfortune, I bid thee welcome, I'll meet thee with an undaunted mind.

O wad some Pow'r the giftie gie us To see oursels as others see us! It wad frae monie a blunder free us An' foolish notion: What airs in dress an' gait wad lea'e us, And ev'n Devotion!