Maxioms by Robert Burns
Hope springs exulting on triumphant wing.
Hope springs exulting on triumphant wing.
The great Creator to revereMust sure become the creature;But still the preaching cant forbear,And ev'n the rigid feature:Yet ne'er with read more
The great Creator to revereMust sure become the creature;But still the preaching cant forbear,And ev'n the rigid feature:Yet ne'er with wits profane to rangeBe complaisance extended;An atheist laugh's a poor exchangeFor deity offended. - Epistle to a Young Friend, An.
Man's inhumanity to man Makes countless thousands mourn!
Man's inhumanity to man Makes countless thousands mourn!
Kings may be blest, but Tam was glorious,
O'er a' the ills o' life victorious.
Kings may be blest, but Tam was glorious,
O'er a' the ills o' life victorious.
Ae fond kiss, and then we sever!A farewell, and then forever!Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee,Warring sighs and groans read more
Ae fond kiss, and then we sever!A farewell, and then forever!Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee,Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee.Who shall say that Fortune grieves him,While the star of hope she leaves him?Me, nae cheerful twinkle lights me,Dark despair around benights me. - Ae Fond Kiss.
