Maxioms by Robert Burns
There is no such uncertainty as a sure thing.
There is no such uncertainty as a sure thing.
We twa hae run about the braes,
And pu'd the gowans fine.
We twa hae run about the braes,
And pu'd the gowans fine.
Misled by Fancy's meteor-ray,
By passion driven;
But yet the light that led astray,
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Misled by Fancy's meteor-ray,
By passion driven;
But yet the light that led astray,
Was light from Heaven.
Man,--whose heaven-erected face
The smiles of love adorn,--
Man's inhumanity to man
Makes countless read more
Man,--whose heaven-erected face
The smiles of love adorn,--
Man's inhumanity to man
Makes countless thousands mourn!
Contented wi' little, and cantie wi' mair.
Contented wi' little, and cantie wi' mair.