When matters are desperate we must put on a desperate face.
Pleasures are like poppies spread: You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed.
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
Learn taciturnity and let that be your motto!
In durance vile 1here must I wake and weep, And all my frowsy couch in sorrow steep.
Nae man can tether time or tide; The hour approachesTam maun ride; That hour, o'night's black arch the key-stane, That dreary hourTam mounts his beast in.