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?

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?

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

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

What is the life of a man more than the life of a lamb, or any guiltless animal?

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

That undefined and mingled hum, Voice of the desert never dumb!