I Pick My Favourite Quotations And Store

Some Rhyme A Neebor's Name To Lash; Some Rhyme (vain Thought!) For Needfu' Cash; Some Rhyme To Court The Countra Clash, An' Raise A Din; For Me, An Aim I Never Fash; I Rhyme For Fun.

It Is Cruelty To Be Humane To Rebels, And Humanity Is Cruelty.

Even Every Ray Of Hope Destroyed And Not A Wish To Gild The Gloom.

Not The Bee Upon The Blossom, In The Pride O' Sunny Noon; Not The Little Sporting Fairy, All Beneath The Simmer Moon; Not The Poet, In The Moment Fancy Lightens In His E'e, Kens The Pleasure, Feels The Rapture, That Thy Presence Gi'es To Me.

Mankind Is An Unco Squad And Muckle He May Grieve Thee.