A man's a man for a' that. . . . . A prince can mak a belted knight, A marquis, duke, and… — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
“Is there for honest Poverty That hings his head, an' a' that; The coward slave-we pass him by, We dare be poor… — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
It 's guid to be merry and wise, It 's guid to be honest and true, It 's guid to support Caledonia's… — 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
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
The snowdrop and primrose our woodlands adorn, and violets bathe in the wet o' the morn. — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
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 Image
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 Image
Gin a body meet a body Coming thro' the rye, Gin a body kiss a body— Need a body cry? — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
“O wad some Power the giftie gie us To see oursels as ithers see us!” — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
“All-cheering Plenty, with her flowing horn, Led yellow Autumn, wreath'd with nodding corn." [ Brigs of Ayr ]” — Robert Burns Copy Share Image