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.
Robert Burns (1759 - 1796)
Source: Tam o' Shanter
Contributed by: Zaady
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!
Source: Tam o' Shanter.
Man's inhumanity to man Makes countless thousands mourn.
Source: Man was made to Mourn.
John Anderson my jo, John, When we were first acquent, Your locks were like the raven, Your bonny brow was brent.
Source: John Anderson.
The landlady and Tam grew gracious Wi' favours secret, sweet, and precious.
The landlord's laugh was ready chorus.
Liberty 's in every blow! Let us do or die.
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