Sir Walter Scott

Everything in art is but a copy of nature.

Everything in art is but a copy of nature.

You whirled them to the back of beyont.

You whirled them to the back of beyont.

As long as the Fates permit, live cheerfully.

As long as the Fates permit, live cheerfully.

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.

'Tis an old tale, and often told;
But did my fate and wish agree,
Ne'er had been read more

'Tis an old tale, and often told;
But did my fate and wish agree,
Ne'er had been read, in story old,
Of maiden true betray'd for gold,
That loved, or was avenged, like me!