I am she, O most bucolical juvenal, under whose charge are placed the milky mothers of the herd.
Commend me to sterling honesty though clad in rags.
Soldier, rest! Thy warfare o’er.
I cannot tell how the truth may be; I say the tale as it was said to me.
Vengeance to God alone belongs; But, when I think of all my wrongs My blood is liquid flame!
When a man has not a good reason for doing a thing, he has one good reason for letting it alone.
My foot is on my native heath, and my name is MacGregor.
Lightly from fair to fair he flew, And loved to plead, lament, and sue; Suit lightly won, and short-lived pain, For monarchs seldom sigh in vain.
O woman! in our hours of ease Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made; When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou!
Spangling the wave with lights as vain As pleasures in the vale of pain, That dazzle as they fade.
As good play for nothing, you know, as work for nothing.
Dear to me is my bonnie white steed; Oft has he helped me at pinch of need.
Respect was mingled with surprise, And the stern joy which warriors feel In foemen worthy of their steel.
The willow which bends to the tempest often escapes better than the oak which resists it.
The man who is deserving the name is the one whose thoughts and exertions are for others rather than for himself.
God in his goodness sent the grapes To cheer both great and small; Little fools will drink too much And great fools none at all!
Good wine needs neither bush nor preface to make it welcome. And they drank the red wine through the helmet barr’d.
God forgive me for having thought it possible that a schoolmaster could be out and out a rational being.
For love is heaven and heaven is love.
Never was flattery lost on a poet’s ear; a simple race, they waste their toil for the vain tribute of a smile.