But to see her was to love her, Love but her, and love forever. Had we never lou'd sae kindly, Had we never lou'd sae blindly, Never met - or never p… - Robert Burns

Had we never lov'd sae kindly,
Had we never lov'd sae blindly,
Never met — or never parted — we had ne'er been broken-hearted

"All-cheering Plenty, with her flowing horn,
Led yellow Autumn, wreath'd with nodding corn."

[Brigs of Ayr]

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. What airs in dress an' gait wad lea'e us An' ev'n Devotion

While we sit bousin, at the nappy,
And gettin fou and unco happy,
We think na on the lang Scots miles,
The mosses, waters, slaps, and stiles,
That lie between us and our hame,
Whare sits our sulky, sullen dame,
Gathering her brows like gathering storm,
Nursing her wrath to keep it warm.