Sir Walter Scott

Where lives the man that has not tried,
How mirth can into folly glide,
And folly into read more

Where lives the man that has not tried,
How mirth can into folly glide,
And folly into sin!

He, who holds out but a doubtful hope of succour to the
afflicted, denies it.

He, who holds out but a doubtful hope of succour to the
afflicted, denies it.

It is the fault of youth that it cannot restrain its own
impetuosity.

It is the fault of youth that it cannot restrain its own
impetuosity.

Time rolls his ceaseless course.

Time rolls his ceaseless course.

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.