Ah! fraudful malice! how shall wisdom's care Escape the poison of thy gilded snare! William Julius Mickle More Quotes by William Julius Mickle More Quotes From William Julius Mickle For there 's nae luck about the house, There 's nae luck at a'; There 's little pleasure in the house When our gudeman 's awa'. William Julius Mickle luck house littles His very foot has music in 't As he comes up the stairs. William Julius Mickle stairs music feet The present moment is our ain, The neist we never saw! William Julius Mickle present-moment saws moments
