Maxioms by Robert Burns
Dare to be honest and fear no labor.
Dare to be honest and fear no labor.
Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening gale.
from the poem
The Cotter’s Saturday Night.
Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening gale.
from the poem
The Cotter’s Saturday Night.
There is no such uncertainty as a sure thing.
There is no such uncertainty as a sure thing.
Whistle, and I'll come to you, my lad.
Whistle, and I'll come to you, my lad.
Were such the wife had fallen to my part,
I'd break her spirit, or I'd break her heart.
Were such the wife had fallen to my part,
I'd break her spirit, or I'd break her heart.
