We twa hae run about the braes, And pu'd the gowans fine.
Robert Burns (1759 - 1796)
Source: Epistle to a Young Friend.
Contributed by: Zaady
I waive the quantum o' the sin, The hazard of concealing; But, och! it hardens a' within, And petrifies the feeling!
The fear o' hell's a hangman's whip To haud the wretch in order; But where ye feel your honour grip, Let that aye be your border.
But the cheerful Spring came kindly on And show'rs began to fall: John Barleycorn got up again And sore surpris'd them all.
Source: John Barleycorn, st. 3.
Critics! Those cut-throat bandits in the paths of fame.
Dare to be honest and fear no labor.
Learn taciturnity and let that be your motto!
Suspense is worst than disappointment.
There is no such uncertainty as a sure thing.
His locked, lettered, braw brass collar Showed him the gentleman and scholar.
Source: The Twa Dogs.
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