Suspense is worse than disappointment.

Critics! Those cut-throat bandits in the paths of fame.

My heart is sair-I dare na tell, My heart is sair for Somebody.

Misled by fancy's meteor ray, By passion driven; But yet the light that led astray Was light from heaven.

Chords that vibrate sweetest pleasure Thrill the deepest notes of woe.

A man's a man for a' that. . . . . A prince can mak a belted knight, A marquis, duke, and a' that; But an honest man's aboon his might, Guid faith he mauna fa' that! . . . Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that, That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree and a' that. For a' that, and a' that, It's comin' yet, for a' that, When man to man, the world o'er, Shall brithers be for a' that.

Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to min?