Sir Walter Scott

Loud o'er my head though awful thunders roll,
And vivid lightnings flash from pole to pole,
Yet read more

Loud o'er my head though awful thunders roll,
And vivid lightnings flash from pole to pole,
Yet 'tis Thy voice, my God, that bids them fly,
Thy arm directs those lightnings through the sky.
Then let the good Thy mighty name revere,
And hardened sinners Thy just vengeance fear.

Art thou a friend to Roderick?

Art thou a friend to Roderick?

It is a disgrace to say one thing and think another; but how much
more disgraceful to write one read more

It is a disgrace to say one thing and think another; but how much
more disgraceful to write one thing and think another!

He who has wronged you is either stronger or weaker than
yourself: be he weaker, spare him; be he read more

He who has wronged you is either stronger or weaker than
yourself: be he weaker, spare him; be he stronger, then spare
yourself.

Jock, when he hae naething else to do, ye may be aye sticking in
a tree; it will be read more

Jock, when he hae naething else to do, ye may be aye sticking in
a tree; it will be growing, Jock, when ye're sleeping.