Where sits our sulky, sullen dame, Gathering her brows like gathering storm, Nursing her wrath to keep it warm.
Robert Burns (1759 - 1796)
Source: Tam o' Shanter.
Contributed by: Zaady
It 's guid to be merry and wise, It 's guid to be honest and true, It 's guid to support Caledonia's cause, And bide by the buff and the blue.
Source: Here 's a Health to Them that 's Awa'.
And like a passing thought, she fled In light away.
Source: The Vision.
The best laid schemes o' mice an' men Gang aft a-gley; An' lea'e us nought but grief an' pain For promis'd joy.
Source: To a Mouse.
Chords that vibrate sweetest pleasure Thrill the deepest notes of woe.
Source: Sweet Sensibility.
But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed; Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white, then melts for ever.
Source: Tam o' Shanter
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!
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