Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes, Flow gently, I’ll sing thee a song in thy praise.
What’s done we partly may compute, But know not what’s resisted.
Anticipation forward points the view.
Mankind is a science that defies definitions.
All-cheering Plenty, with her flowing horn, Led yellow Autumn, wreath’d with nodding corn.
My Son, these maxims make a rule An lump them ay thegither: The Rigid Righteous is a fool, The Rigid Wise anither.
Suspense is worst than disappointment.
Learn taciturnity and let that be your motto!
I love drinking now and then. It defecates the standing pool of thought. A man perpetually in the paroxysm and fears of inebriety is like a half-drowned stupid wretch condemned to labor unceasingly in water; but a now-and-then tribute to Bacchus is like the cold bath, bracing and invigorating.
Painters and poets have liberty to lie.
Life is but a day at most.
For thus the royal mandate ran, When first the human race began, “The social, friendly honest man, Whate’er he be, Tis he fulfils great Nature’s plan, And none but he!”
My heart is sair-I dare na tell, My heart is sair for Somebody.
Some wee short hour ayont the twal.
Nae man can tether time or tide.
God help the teacher, if a man of sensibility and genius, when a booby father presents him with his booby son, and insists on lighting up the rays of science in a fellow’s head whose skull is impervious and inaccessible by any other way than a positive fracture with a cudgel.
Now simmer blinks on flowery braes, And o’er the crystal streamlet plays.
The heart that is generous and kind most resembles God.
Look abroad through Nature’s range, Nature’s mighty law is change.
In durance vile 1here must I wake and weep, And all my frowsy couch in sorrow steep.