Then gently scan your brother man, Still gentler sister woman; Though they may gang a kennin' wrang, To step aside is human. — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
All my fears and cares are of this world; if there is another, an honest man has nothing to fear from it. — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
The upright, honest-hearted man Who strives to do the best he can, Need never fear the church's ban Or hell's damnation. — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
Dare to be honest and fear no labor. ... Opera is where a man gets stabbed in the back, and instead of… — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
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… — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
Ye Hypocrites, are these your pranks To murder men and gie God thanks Desist for shame, proceed no further God won't accept… — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
Auld Nature swears the lovely dears Her noblest work she classes, O; Her 'prentice han' she tried on man, And then she… — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
But little Mouse, you are not alone, In proving foresight may be vain: The best laid schemes of mice and men Go… — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
For thus the royal mandate ran, When first the human race began, "The social, friendly honest man, Whate'er he be, Tis he… — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
The joy of my heart is to 'study men, their manners, and their ways,' and for this darling object I cheerfully sacrifice… — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
John Barleycorn was a hero bold, Of noble enterprise, For if you do but taste his blood, 'Twill make your courage rise,… — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
Good Lord, what is man! for as simple he looks, Do but try to develop his books and his crooks, With his… — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
An honest man here lies at rest, the friend of man the friend of truth the friend of age and guide of… — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
Apropos, is not the Scotch phrase 'Auld Lang Syne' exceedingly expressive? I shall give you the verses on the other sheet. The… — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
I love drinking now and then. It defecates the standing pool of thought. A man perpetually in the paroxysm and fears of… — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
A man's a man for a' that. . . . . A prince can mak a belted knight, A marquis, duke, and… — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
I am very willing to admit that I have some poetical abilities, and as few - if any - writers, either moral… — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
While Europe's eye is fix'd on mighty things, The fate of empires and the fall of kings; While quacks of State must… — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
God help the teacher, if a man of sensibility and genius, when a booby father presents him with his booby son, and… — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
But Mousie, thou art no thy lane In proving foresight may be vain The best-laid schemes o' mice an' men Gang aft… — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
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… — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
“The best laid schemes o' Mice an' Men, Gang aft agley. An' lea'e us nought but grief an' pain, For promis'd joy!… — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
From scenes like these old Scotia's grandeur springs, That makes her loved at home, revered abroad: Princes and lords are but the… — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
Nature's law, That man was made to mourn. Man's inhumanity to man Makes countless thousands mourn! O Death, the poor man's dearest… — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
A prince can mak a belted knight, A marquis, duke, and a' that; But an honest man's aboon his might: Guid faith,… — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
The snowdrop and primrose our woodlands adorn, and violets bathe in the wet o' the morn. — Robert Burns Copy Share
Oh my luve's like a red, red rose, That's newly sprung in June; Oh my luve's like the melodie That's sweetly played in tune. — Robert Burns Copy Share
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. — Robert Burns Copy Share
Gin a body meet a body Coming thro' the rye, Gin a body kiss a body— Need a body cry? — Robert Burns Copy Share
“All-cheering Plenty, with her flowing horn, Led yellow Autumn, wreath'd with nodding corn." [ Brigs of Ayr ]” — Robert Burns Copy Share
