Robert Burns Quotes

And let us mind, faint heart ne'er wan A lady fair. Wha does the utmost that he can Will whyles do mair.

It is cruelty to be humane to rebels, and humanity is cruelty.

Oh, stay, sweet warbling woodlark, stay, Nor quit for me the trembling spray, A hapless lover courts thy lay, Thy soothing, fond complaining.

That hour o' night's black arch the keystane.

Again rejoicing Nature sees Her robe assume its vernal hues Her leafy locks wave in the breeze, All freshly steep'd in the morning dews.

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

Be Briton still to Britain true, Among oursel's united; For never but by British hands Maun British wrangs be righted.

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

The landlord's laugh was ready chorus.

The best plans of men and mice often go awry.

To make three guineas do the work of five.

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

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.

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

What's a' your jargon o' your schools, Your Latin names for horns and stools; If honest nature made you fools.

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

Dweller in yon dungeon dark, Hangman of creation, mark! Who in widow weeds appears, Laden with unhonoured years, Noosing with care a bursting purse, Baited with many a deadly curse?

Now simmer blinks on flowery braes, And o'er the crystal streamlet plays.

In durance vile 1here must I wake and weep, And all my frowsy couch in sorrow steep.

A prince can mak a belted knight, A marquis, duke, and a' that; But an honest man's aboon his might: Guid faith, he maunna fa' that.

Great for good, or great for evil.

Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes, Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise.

At length his lonely cot appears in view, Beneath the shelter of an aged tree; Th' expectant wee-things, toddling, stacher thro' To meet their Dad, wi' flichterin noise an' glee.

They never sought in vain that sought the Lord alright!

Some wee short hour ayont the twal.

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.

Oatcakes are a delicate relish when eaten warm with ale.

For thus the royal mandate ran, When first the human race began, "The social, friendly honest man, Whate'er he be, Tis he fulfils great Nature's plan, And none but he!"

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

As Tammie glow'red, amazed and curious, The mirth and fun grew fast and furious.

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.

Such is the fate of simple Bard, On life's rough ocean luckless starr'd

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

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

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

I waive the quantum o' the sin, The hazard of concealing; But, och! it hardens a' within, And petrifies the feeling!

Nae man can tether time or tide; The hour approachesTam maun ride; That hour, o'night's black arch the key-stane, That dreary hourTam mounts his beast in.

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

John Barleycorn was a hero bold, Of noble enterprise, For if you do but taste his blood, 'Twill make your courage rise, Twill make a man forget his wo; 'Twill heighten all his joy.

Now Simmer blinks on flowery braes, And o'er the chrystal streamlets plays; Come let us spend the lightsome days In the birks of Aberfeldy.

An atheist's laugh 's a poor exchange For Deity offended!

[Scottish songs] are, I own, frequently wild, & unreduceable to the more modern rules; but on that very eccentricity, perhaps, depends a great part of their effect.

Ilk cowslip cup shall kep a tear.

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

I have a hundred times wished that one could resign life as an officer resigns a commission.

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

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.

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

The lightly-jumping, glowrin' trouts, That thro' my waters play.