If there is another world he lives in bliss If there is none he made the best of this.

— Robert Burns

If there is another world he lives in bliss. If there is none he made the best of this.

— Robert Burns

I have a hundred times wished that one could resign life as an officer resigns a commission.

— Robert Burns

Is there for honest Poverty That things his head, an' a' that; The coward slave-we pass him by, We dare be poor for a' that! For a' that, an' a' that. Our toils obscure an' a' that, The rank is but the guinea's stamp, The Man's the good for a' that. What though on namely fare we dine, Wear hod din gray, an' a that; GIE fools their silks, and knaves their wine; A Man's a Man for a' that: For a' that, and a' that, Their tinsel show, an' a' that; The honest man, tho' e'er SAE poor, Is king o' men for a' that. Ye see yon birdie, ca'd a lord, Whey struts, an' stares, an' a' that; Tho' hundreds worship at his word, He's but a roof for a' that: For a' that, an' a' that, His rib band, star, an' a' that: The man o' independent mind He looks an' laughs at a' that. A prince can MAK a belted knight, A marquis, duke, an' a' that; But an honest man's Avon his might, Guide faith, he manna fa' that! For a' that, an' a' that, Their dignities an' a' that; The pith o' sense, an' pride o' worth, Are higher rank than a' that. Then let us pray that come it may, (As come it will for a' that), That Sense and Worth, o'er a' the earth, Shall bear the free, an' a' that. For a' that, an' a' that, It's coming yet for a' that, That Man to Man, the world o'er, Shall brothers be for a' that.

— Robert Burns

Mankind is an unto squad And buckle he may grieve thee.

— Robert Burns

My heart is search dare Na tell, My heart is sear for Somebody.

— Robert Burns

My heart's in the Highlands my heart is not here My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer.

— Robert Burns

My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here;My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer;A-chasing the wild-deer, and following the roe, My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go.

— Robert Burns

My love is like a red, red rose That's newly sprung in June: My love is like the melody That's sweetly played in tune. How fair art thou, my Bonnie lass, So deep in love am I; And I will love the still, my dear, Till all the seas gang dry. Till all the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt with the sun;I will love the still, my dear, While the sands of life shall run. And fare the well, my only love. And fare the well awhile! And I will come again, my love, Though it were ten thousand mile.

— Robert Burns

Nature's mighty law is change.

— Robert Burns