Without the shepherd's dog, the whole of the open mountainous land in Scotland would not be worth a sixpence.

Oh, why should vows so fondly made, Be broken ere the morrow, To one who loves as never maid Loved in this world of sorrow?

A shepherd may be a very able, trusty, and good shepherd, without a sweetheart-better, perhaps, than with one. But what is he without his dog?

Nothing in the world delights a truly religious people so much as consigning them to eternal damnation.

Man mind yoursel is the first commandment.

The daisy is fair, the day-lily rare, The bud o' the rose as sweet as it's bonnie.

Without the shepherd's dog, the whole of the open mountainous land in Scotland would not be worth a sixpence.