Maxioms by Robert Burns
And there begins a lang digression
About the lords o' the creation.
And there begins a lang digression
About the lords o' the creation.
Chords that vibrate sweetest pleasure
Thrill the deepest notes of wo.
Chords that vibrate sweetest pleasure
Thrill the deepest notes of wo.
I pick my favourite quotations and store them in my mind as ready armour, offensive or defensive, amid the struggle read more
I pick my favourite quotations and store them in my mind as ready armour, offensive or defensive, amid the struggle of this turbulent existence.
Even thou who mournst the daisy's fate,
That fate is thine--no distant date;
Stern Ruin's ploughshare drives, read more
Even thou who mournst the daisy's fate,
That fate is thine--no distant date;
Stern Ruin's ploughshare drives, elate,
Full on thy bloom,
Till crushed beneath the furrow's weight
Shall be thy doom!
