Maxioms by Robert Burns
The fear o' hell's the hangman's whip
To laud the wretch in order;
But where ye feel read more
The fear o' hell's the hangman's whip
To laud the wretch in order;
But where ye feel your honor grip,
Let that aye be your border.
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.
The landlord's laugh was ready chorus.
The landlord's laugh was ready chorus.
What's a' your jargon o' your schools,
Your Latin names for horns and stools;
If honest nature read more
What's a' your jargon o' your schools,
Your Latin names for horns and stools;
If honest nature made you fools.
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.
