Maxioms by Robert Burns
Suspense is worse than disappointment.
Suspense is worse than disappointment.
The snowdrop and primrose our woodlands adorn,
And violets bathe in the wet o' the morn.
The snowdrop and primrose our woodlands adorn,
And violets bathe in the wet o' the morn.
The landlord's laugh was ready chorus.
The landlord's laugh was ready chorus.
And like a passing thought, she fled
In light away.
And like a passing thought, she fled
In light away.
What's done we partly may compute,
But know not what's resisted.
What's done we partly may compute,
But know not what's resisted.
