Robert Burns Quotes - Page 3

O, wad some Power the giftie gie us To see oursels as others see us! It wad frae monie a blunder free us, An' foolish notion.

The honest man, though e'er sae poor, Is king o' men, for a' that!

Suspense is worst than disappointment.

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.

Good Lord, what is man! for as simple he looks, Do but try to develop his books and his crooks, With his depths and his shallows, his good and his evil, All in all, he's a problem must puzzle the devil.

Look abroad through Nature's range, Nature's mighty law is change.

I'm truly sorry man's dominion has broken Nature's social union.

Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to min?

God help the teacher, if a man of sensibility and genius, when a booby father presents him with his booby son, and insists on lighting up the rays of science in a fellow's head whose skull is impervious and inaccessible by any other way than a positive fracture with a cudgel.

The best laid schemes o' mice an' men gang aft agley.

What is life, when wanting love? Night without a morning; Love's the cloudless summer sun, Nature gay adorning.

Anticipation forward points the view.

The wisest man the warl' e'er saw, He dearly loved the lasses, O.

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.

Firmness in enduring and exertion is a character I always wish to possess. I have always despised the whining yelp of complaint and cowardly resolve.

A mind that is conscious of its integrity scorns to say more than it means to perform.

Farewell, my friends! farewell, my foes! My peace with these, my love with those. The bursting tears my heart declare; Farewell, the bonnie banks of Ayr.

Some wee short hour ayont the twal.

Pleasures are like poppies spread: You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed.

Beauty's of a fading nature. Has a season and is gone!

The upright, honest-hearted man Who strives to do the best he can, Need never fear the church's ban Or hell's damnation.

Once upon a Lammas Night When corn rigs are bonny, Beneath the Moon's unclouded light, I held awhile to Annie... The time went by with careless heed Between the late and early, With small persuasion she agreed To see me through the barley... Corn rigs and barley rigs, Corn rigs are bonny! I'll not forget that happy night Among the rigs with Annie!

And O! be sure to fear the Lord alway, And mind your duty, duly, morn and night; Lest in temptation's path ye gang astray, Implore His counsel and assisting might: They never sought in vain that sought the Lord aright.

Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled, Scots, wham Bruce has aften led, Welcome to your gory bed, Or to victory! Now 's the day and now 's the hour; See the front o' battle lour.

Now Nature hangs her mantle green On every blooming tree, And spreads her sheets o'daisies white Out o'er the grassy lea.