Love's first snow-drop, virgin kiss.

Some wee short hour ayont the twal.

— Robert Burns

The snowdrop and primrose our woodlands adorn, and violets bathe in the wet o' the morn.

— Robert Burns

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

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

Gin a body meet a body Coming thro' the rye, Gin a body kiss a body— Need a body cry?

— Robert Burns

“O wad some Power the giftie gie us To see oursels as ithers see us!”

— Robert Burns

Liberty's in every blow! Let us do or die.

— Robert Burns

Dare to be honest and fear no labor.

— Robert Burns

Look abroad through Nature's range, Nature's mighty law is change.

— Robert Burns

“All-cheering Plenty, with her flowing horn, Led yellow Autumn, wreath'd with nodding corn." [ Brigs of Ayr ]”

— Robert Burns

To make three guineas do the work of five.

— Robert Burns

Some books are lies frae end to end.

— Robert Burns

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

— Robert Burns

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

— Robert Burns

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

— Robert Burns