Familiar Quotations Part 77

_To a Mouse_.

The best laid schemes o' mice an' men Gang aft a-gley; An' lea'e us naught but grief and pain For promised joy.

_Scots wha hae_.

Let us do, or die!

_Address to the Unco Guid_.

Then gently scan your brother man, Still gentler, sister woman; Though they may gang a kennin' wrang To step aside is human.

_On Captain Grose's Peregrinations through Scotland_.

If there's a hole in a' your coats, I rede you tent it; A chiel's amang you takin' notes, An', faith, he'll prent it.

_To a Louse_.

O wad some power the giftie gie us, To see oursel's as others see us!

It wad frae monie a blunder free us, An' foolish notion.

_Epistle to a Young Friend_.

The fear o' h.e.l.l 's a hangman's whip To haud the wretch in order; But where ye feel your honor grip, Let that aye be your border.

_The Twa Dogs_.

His locked, lettered, braw bra.s.s collar Shawed him the gentleman and scholar.

_Epistle to James Smith_.

O Life! how pleasant in thy morning, Young Fancy's rays the hills adorning!

Cold, pausing Caution's lesson scorning, We frisk away, Like schoolboys at th' expected warning.

To joy and play.

_Despondency_.

O Life! them art a galling load, Along a rough, a weary road, To wretches such as I!

_Auld Lang Syne_.

Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to min'?

Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And days o' lang syne?

_Green grow the Rashes_.

Her 'prentice han' she tried on man.

And then she made the la.s.ses, O!

_Man was made to Mourn_.

Man's inhumanity to man Makes countless thousands mourn.

_Death and Dr. Hornbook_.

Some wee short hour ayont the twal.

_Is there for honest Poverty_.

The _rank_ is but the guinea's _stamp_.

The man's the gowd for a' that.