Man’s inhumanity to man makes countless thousands mourn. Robert Burns
Should auld acquaintance be forgot
And never brought to mind?
We’ll tak a cup o’kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.
Robert Burns
The best laid schemes o’ mice and men
Gang aft a-gley;
And leave us naught but grief and pain
For promised joy.
Robert Burns
Some books are lies frae end to end. Robert Burns
Oh, my luve ‘s like a red, red rose,
That ‘s newly sprung in June;
Oh, my luve ‘s like the melodie
That ‘s sweetly played in tune.
Robert Burns