What's a' your jargon o' your schools, Your Latin names for horns and stools; If honest nature made you fools. — 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
Burns, has spent years exploring the many avenues for adventure and fun in San Diego. The fact that you can experience the… — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
If there's another world, he lives in bliss; if there is none, he made the best of this. — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
If Heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure spare, One cordial in this melancholy vale, 'T is when a youthful, loving, modest pair… — 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
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
I'll be merry and free, I'll be sad for nae-body; If nae-body cares for me, I'll care for nae-body. — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
If there 's a hole in a' your coats, I rede ye tent it; A chiel 's amang ye takin' notes, And,… — 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
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
