My dear, my native soil! For whom my warmest wish to Heav'n is sent, Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil Be blest with health, and peace, and sweet content!

Mankind is a science that defies definitions.

Ah, gentle dames! it gars me greet To think how monie counsels sweet, How monie lengthened sage advices, The husband frae the wife despises.

Now's the day and now's the hour.

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

Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white-then melts for ever . . .

There is no such uncertainty as a sure thing.