Robert Burns

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

Nursing her wrath to keep it warm.--Robert Burns

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!

Your lines, I maintain it, are poetry, and good poetry.... Friendship... had I been so blest as to have met with you in time, might have led me - God of love only knows where.

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

My heart 's in the Highlands, my heart is not here; My heart 's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer.

My dear, my native soil! For whom my warmest wish to Heav'n is sent, Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil Be blest with health, and peace, and sweet content!

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.

If naebody care for me,I'll care for naebody.

Never generally means \'at no point in time.\' The term comes from the words 'no' and 'ever', meaning that something is not ever going to happen. Sourced

The voice of Nature loudly cries,And many a message from the skies,That something in us never dies.

When Nature her great masterpiece designed,And framed her last, best work, the human mind,Her eye intent on all the wondrous plan,She formed of various stuff the various Man.

It's hardly in a body's pow'r,To keep, at times, frae being sour.

There's some are fou o' love divine; There's some are fou o' brandy.

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

Anticipation forward points the view.

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.

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!

Then gently scan your brother man, Still gentler sister woman; Though they may gang a kennin' wrang, To step aside is human.

The heart and benevolent and kind the most resembles God.

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

Not the bee upon the blossom, In the pride o' sunny noon; Not the little sporting fairy, All beneath the simmer moon; Not the poet, in the moment Fancy lightens in his e'e, Kens the pleasure, feels the rapture, That thy presence gi'es to me.

Wee, sleekit, cowrin, tim'rous beastie, O, what a panic's in thy breastie!

The poor inhabitant below Was quick to learn and wise to know And keenly felt the friendly glow And softer flame; But thoughtless follies laid him low, And stain'd his name!

Humid seal of soft affections,<br />Tend'rest pledge of future bliss,<br />Dearest tie of young connections,<br />Love's first snow-drop, virgin kiss.

Mankind is a science that defies definitions.

If Heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure spare,<br />One cordial in this melancholy vale,<br />'T is when a youthful, loving, modest pair<br />In other's arms breathe out the tender tale

See Social-life and Glee sit down,<br />All joyous and unthinking,<br />Till, quite transmugrified, they're grown<br />Debauchery and Drinking

Who made the heart, 'tis He alone<br />Decidedly can try us

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