Nae man can tether time or tide.
Robert Burns (1759 - 1796)
Source: Tam o' Shanter.
Contributed by: Zaady
To see her is to love her, And love but her forever; For Nature made her what she is, And never made anither!
Source: Bonny Lesley.
The rank is but the guinea's stamp, The man 's the gowd for a' that.
Source: For a' that an a' that.
Oh, my luve 's like a red, red rose, That 's newly sprung in June; Oh, my luve 's like the melodie That 's sweetly played in tune.
Source: My Love Is Like a Red Red Rose
Some rhyme a neebor's name to lash; Some rhyme (vain thought) for needfu' cash; Some rhyme to court the country clash, An' raise a din; For me, an aim I never fash; I rhyme for fun.
Source: Epistle to James Smith
Inspiring, bold John Barleycorn, What dangers thou canst make us scorn!
Dweller in yon dungeon dark, Hangman of creation, mark! Who in widow weeds appears, Laden with unhonoured years, Noosing with care a bursting purse, Baited with many a deadly curse?
Source: Ode on Mrs. Oswald.
Again rejoicing Nature sees Her robe assume its vernal hues Her leafy locks wave in the breeze, All freshly steep'd in the morning dews.
That hour, o' night's black arch the keystane.
Gars auld claes look amaist as weel 's the new.
Source: The Cotter's Saturday Night.
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