To step aside is human.

Life is but a day at most.

Nae man can tether time or tide.

Ilk cowslip cup shall kep a tear.

Now's the day and now's the hour.

Great for good, or great for evil.

O, my luve is like a red, red rose.

Some wee short hour ayont the twal.

Love's first snow-drop, virgin kiss.

Dare to be honest and fear no labor.

Some books are lies frae end to end.

Anticipation forward points the view.

Suspense is worse than disappointment.

The landlord's laugh was ready chorus.

Suspense is worst than disappointment.

Painters and poets have liberty to lie.

Hope springs exulting on triumphant wing.

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

To make three guineas do the work of five.

If naebody care for me,I'll care for naebody.

That hour o' night's black arch the keystane.

There is no such uncertainty as a sure thing.

Learn taciturnity and let that be your motto!

Mankind is a science that defies definitions.

The best plans of men and mice often go awry.

Gars auld claes look amaist as weel's the new.

The best laid plans take 40 years to complete.

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

Prudent, cautious self-control is wisdom's root.

And wild-scatter'd cowslips bedeck the green dale.

The best-laid plans of mice and men often go awry.

And like a passing thought, she fled In light away.

The best laid schemes o' mice an' men gang aft agley.

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

Beauty's of a fading nature. Has a season and is gone!

Mankind is an unco squad And muckle he may grieve thee.

They never sought in vain that sought the Lord alright!

Now a' is done that men can do, And a' is done in vain.

The heart that is generous and kind most resembles God.

A eunuch is a man who has had his work cut out for him.

Critics! Those cut-throat bandits in the paths of fame.

Oatcakes are a delicate relish when eaten warm with ale.

Man's inhumanity to man makes countless thousands mourn!

An atheist's laugh 's a poor exchange For Deity offended!

Let them cant about decorum, Who have characters to lose!

Here's to us, who's like us Damn few, and they're all dead.

When matters are desperate we must put on a desperate face.

But facts are chiels that winna ding, An' downa be disputed.

Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to min?

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

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