Quotes
Quotes - Burns
The landlady and Tam grew gracious
Wi' favours secret, sweet, and precious.
The landlord's laugh was ready chorus.
Kings may be blest, but Tam was glorious,
O'er a' the ills o' life victorious.
But pleasures are like poppies spread,
You seize the flower, its bloom is shed;
Or, like the snow-fall in the river,
A moment white, then melts forever.
Nae man can tether time or tide.
That hour, o' night's black arch the keystane.
Inspiring, bold John Barleycorn,
What dangers thou canst make us scorn!
As Tammie glow'red, amazed and curious,
The mirth and fun grew fast and furious.
But to see her was to love her,
Love but her, and love forever.
Had we never loved sae kindly,
Had we never loved sae blindly,
Never met or never parted,
We had ne'er been broken-hearted!
To see her is to love her,
And love but her forever;
For Nature made her what she is,
And never made anither!
Ye banks and braes o' bonny Doon,
How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair?
How can ye chant, ye little birds,
And I sae weary fu' o' care?
Chords that vibrate sweetest pleasure
Thrill the deepest notes of woe.
The rank is but the guinea's stamp,
The man's the gowd for a' that.
A prince can make a belted knight,
A marquis, duke, and a' that;
But an honest man's aboon his might,
Guid faith, he maunna fa' that.
'T is sweeter for thee despairing
Than aught in the world beside,--Jessy!
Some hae meat and canna eat,
And some would eat that want it;
But we hae meat, and we can eat,
Sae let the Lord be thankit.
It was a' for our rightfu' King
We left fair Scotland's strand.
Now a' is done that men can do,
And a' is done in vain.
He turn'd him right and round about
Upon the Irish shore,
And gae his bridle reins a shake,
With, "Adieu for evermore, my dear,
And adieu for evermore."
Too bad all the people who know how to run the country are busy driving cabs and cutting hair.
Too bad all the people who know how to run the country are busy driving cabs and cutting hair.
A child on the farm sees a plane fly overhead and dreams of a faraway place. A traveler on the plane sees the farmhouse and thinks of home.
What's done we partly may compute, But know not what's resisted.
Let us do or die.
