I have often thought that if a well-grounded affection be not really a part of virtue, it is something extremely akin to it. Robert Burns More Quotes by Robert Burns More Quotes From Robert Burns To step aside is human. Robert Burns humans steps mistake The great Creator to revere Robert Burns deities atheist laughing If there 's a hole in a' your coats, I rede ye tent it; A chiel 's amang ye takin' notes, And, faith, he 'll prent it. Robert Burns coats tents faith Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white-then melts for ever . . . Robert Burns white rivers fall Ye Hypocrites, are these your pranks To murder men and gie God thanks Desist for shame, proceed no further God won't accept your thanks for murder. Robert Burns thanks hypocrite men Just now I've taen the fit o' rhyme / My barmie noddle's working prime. Robert Burns prime fit poetry O Life! thou art a galling load, Robert Burns speech life art What is life, when wanting love? Robert Burns summer morning life A mind that is conscious of its integrity scorns to say more than it means to perform. Robert Burns integrity mean promise If Heaven a draught of heavenly pleasure spare, Robert Burns pairs arms heaven Nature's law, That man was made to mourn. Man's inhumanity to man Makes countless thousands mourn! O Death, the poor man's dearest friend, The kindest and the best! Robert Burns law friendship men Gin a body meet a body Coming thro' the rye, Gin a body kiss a body— Need a body cry? Robert Burns kissing body needs When Nature her great masterpiece designed,And framed her last, best work, the human mind,Her eye intent on all the wondrous plan,She formed of various stuff the various Man. Robert Burns eye mind men Love's first snow-drop, virgin kiss. Robert Burns first-kiss kissing snow Ah, gentle dames! it gars me greet To think how monie counsels sweet, How monie lengthened sage advices, The husband frae the wife despises. Robert Burns husband sweet thinking Some wee short hour ayont the twal. Robert Burns hours time The golden hours on angel wings Robert Burns angel sweet life But Mousie, thou art no thy lane In proving foresight may be vain The best-laid schemes o' mice an' men Gang aft agley An' lea'e us nought but grief an' pain For promis'd joy! Robert Burns philosophical pain art By Oppression's woes and pains! By your sons in servile chains! We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be free! Lay the proud usurpers low! Tyrants fall in every foe! Liberty's in every blow! Let us do or die! Robert Burns pain son fall The fear o' hell's a hangman's whip To haud the wretch in order; But where ye feel your honour grip, Let that aye be your border. Robert Burns hell fear order
