Ilk Cowslip Cup Shall Kep A Tear.

And Let Us Mind, Faint Heart Ne'er Wan A Lady Fair. Wha Does The Utmost That He Can Will Whyles Do Mair.

The Best-laid Plans Of Mice And Men Often Go Awry.

O, My Luve Is Like A Red, Red Rose.

Such Is The Fate Of Simple Bard, On Life's Rough Ocean Luckless Starr'd

Or Like The Snow Falls In The River, A Moment White-then Melts For Ever . . .