O life! thou art a galling load, Along a rough, a weary road, To wretches such as I! - Robert Burns

This day, Time winds th' exhausted chain, To run the twelvemonth's length again.

For a' that, and a' that An' twice as muckle 's a' that, I've lost but ane, I've twa behin', I've wife eneugh for a' that.

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!