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.
Robert Burns (1759 - 1796)
Source: Epistle to a Young Friend.
Contributed by: Zaady
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!
When chill November's surly blast Made fields and forests bare.
Source: Man was made to Mourn.
Contented wi' little, and cantie wi' mair.
Source: Contented wi' Little.
And there began a lang digression About the lords o' the creation.
Source: The Twa Dogs.
But, oh! fell death's untimely frost That nipt my flower sae early.
Source: Highland Mary.
'T is sweeter for thee despairing Than aught in the world beside,-Jessy!
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