318 Quotes by Robert Burns

What's done we partly may compute, But know not what's resisted.

When matters are desperate we must put on a desperate face.

Oh, stay, sweet warbling woodlark, stay, Nor quit for me the trembling spray, A hapless lover courts thy lay, Thy soothing, fond complaining.

'T is sweeter for thee despairing Than aught in the world beside,-Jessy!

Auld Nature swears the lovely dears Her noblest work she classes, O; Her 'prentice han' she tried on man, And then she made the lasses, O!

Even thou who mournst the daisy's fate, That fate is thine--no distant date; Stern Ruin's ploughshare drives, elate, Full on thy bloom, Till crushed beneath the furrow's weight Shall be thy doom!

O, my luve is like a red, red rose.

It is cruelty to be humane to rebels, and humanity is cruelty.

All-cheering Plenty, with her flowing horn, Led yellow Autumn, wreath'd with nodding corn.