Robert Burns Quotes - Page 5

But little Mouse, you are not alone, In proving foresight may be vain: The best laid schemes of mice and men Go often askew, And leave us nothing but grief and pain, For promised joy! Still you are blest, compared with me!

Just now I've taen the fit o' rhyme / My barmie noddle's working prime.

But facts are chiels that winna ding, An' downa be disputed.

From scenes like these old Scotia's grandeur springs, That makes her loved at home, revered abroad: Princes and lords are but the breath of kings, "An honest man 's the noblest work of God."

Oatcakes are a delicate relish when eaten warm with ale.

Some rhyme a neebor's name to lash; Some rhyme (vain thought!) for needfu' cash; Some rhyme to court the countra clash, An' raise a din; For me, an aim I never fash; I rhyme for fun.

Even every ray of hope destroyed and not a wish to gild the gloom.

The landlord's laugh was ready chorus.

Pharmaceutical projects are like fresh fruit - they depreciate if they are not tended to, and they do poorly if sitting on the shelf with long periods of inactivity.

And like a passing thought, she fled In light away.

All my fears and cares are of this world; if there is another, an honest man has nothing to fear from it.

What's done we partly may compute, But know not what's resisted.

My heart is sair-I dare na tell, My heart is sair for Somebody.

Inspiring bold JohnBarleycorn! What dangers thou canst make us scorn! Wi' usquebae, we'll face the devil!

Kings may be blest, but Tam was glorious, O'er a' the ills o' life victorious.

Ye Hypocrites, are these your pranks To murder men and gie God thanks Desist for shame, proceed no further God won't accept your thanks for murder.

The rank is but the guinea's stamp, The man's the gowd for a' that.

But deep this truth impressed my mind — Thro' all his works abroad, The heart benevolent and kind The most resembles God.

Gin a body meet a body Coming thro' the rye, Gin a body kiss a body— Need a body cry?

By Oppression's woes and pains! By your sons in servile chains! We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be free! Lay the proud usurpers low! Tyrants fall in every foe! Liberty's in every blow! Let us do or die!

Love's first snow-drop, virgin kiss.

Ah, gentle dames! it gars me greet To think how monie counsels sweet, How monie lengthened sage advices, The husband frae the wife despises.

The best plans of men and mice often go awry.

Who made the heart, 'tis He alone Decidedly can try us

The trout in yonder wimpling burn - That glides, a silver dart, - And, safe beneath the shady thorn, - Defies the anglers art.