Affliction’s sons are brothers in distress; A brother to relieve, how exquisite the bliss! — Robert Burns
Man,–whose heaven-erected face the smiles of love adorn,– man’s inhumanity to man makes countless thousands mourn! — Robert Burns
John anderson, my jo, john, when we were first acquent, your locks were like the raven, your bonny brow was brent. — Robert Burns
She is a winsome wee thing, she is a handsome wee thing, she is a bonny wee thing, this sweet wee wife o’ mine. — Robert Burns
And let us mind, faint heart ne’er wan a lady fair. Wha does the utmost that he can will whyles do mair. — Robert Burns
Should auld acquaintance be forgot, and never brought to mind? should auld acquaintance be forgot, and days o’ lang syne? — Robert Burns
I’ll pu’ the budding rose, when phoebus peeps in view, for its like a baumy kiss o’er her sweet bonnie mou’! — Robert Burns
The snowdrop and primrose our woodlands adorn, and violets bathe in the wet o’ the morn. — Robert Burns
O wad some power the giftie gie us to see oursel’s as ithers see us! it wad frae monie a blunder free us. — Robert Burns
Were such the wife had fallen to my part, I’d break her spirit, or I’d break her heart. — Robert Burns
Affliction’s sons are brothers in distress; a brother to relieve, how exquisite the bliss! — Robert Burns