Robert Burns Quotes

The golden Hours on angel wings Flew o'er me and my Dearie; For dear to me as light and life Was my sweet Highland Mary.

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

Thou Power Supreme, whose mighty scheme These woes of mine fulfil, Here firm I rest; they must be best, Because they are Thy will! Then all I want — O do Thou grant This one request of mine! — Since to enjoy Thou dost deny, Assist me to resign.

A gaudy dress and gentle air May slightly touch the heart; But it’s innocence and modesty That polishes the dart.

A fig for those by law protected!
Liberty's a glorious feast!
Courts for cowards were erected,
Churches built to please the priest!

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.

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

Unmatch'd at the bottle, unconquer'd in war, He drank his poor god-ship as deep as the sea; No tide of the Baltic e'er drunker than he.

Some hae meat and canna eat,
And some wad eat that want it,
But we hae meat and we can eat,
And sae the Lord be thankit.

To see her is to love her, And love but her forever; For Nature made her what she is, And never made anither!

But to see her was to love her, Love but her, and love forever

The landlord's laugh was ready chorus.

Some books are lies frae end to end.

Chords that vibrate sweetest pleasure Thrill the deepest notes of woe.

Wee, modest, crimson-tippèd flow'r, Thou's met me in an evil hour; For I maun crush amang the stoure Thy slender stem: To spare thee now is past my pow'r, Thou bonie gem.