O would some power the giftie gie us to see ourselves as others see us.
O would some power the gift to give us to see ourselves as others see us.
His locked, lettered, braw brass collar, Shewed him the gentleman and scholar.
Opera is where a guy gets stabbed in the back, and instead of dying, he sings.
Suspicion is a heavy armor and with its weight it impedes more than it protects.
The snowdrop and primrose our woodlands adorn, and violets bathe in the wet o' the morn.
If there is another world, he lives in bliss. If there is none, he made the best of this.
Affliction's sons are brothers in distress; A brother to relieve, how exquisite the bliss!
I have a hundred times wished that one could resign life as an officer resigns a commission.
The best laid schemes o' Mice an' Men, Gang aft agley, An' lea'e us nought but grief an' pain, For promis'd joy