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.

Look abroad through Nature's range, Nature's mighty law is change.

There is no such uncertainty as a sure thing.

As Tammie glow'red, amazed and curious, The mirth and fun grew fast and furious.

The best-laid plans of mice and men often go awry.

Their sighing, canting, grace-proud faces, their three-mile prayers, and half-mile graces.

But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flower, it's bloom is shed; Or, like the snow-fall in the river, A moment white, then melts forever.