The Best Laid Schemes O' Mice An'

What Is Life, When Wanting Love? Night Without A Morning; Love's The Cloudless Summer Sun, Nature Gay Adorning.

But To See Her Was To Love Her, Love But Her, And Love Forever. Had We Never Lou'd Sae Kindly, Had We Never Lou'd Sae Blindly, Never Met - Or Never Parted - We Had Ne'er Been Broken Hearted

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.

A Mind That Is Conscious Of Its Integrity Scorns To Say More Than It Means To Perform.

But Facts Are Chiels That Winna Ding, An' Downa Be Disputed.