I waive the quantum o' the sin, The hazard of concealing; But, och! it hardens a' within, And petrifies the feeling!

If there's another world, he lives in bliss; if there is none, he made the best of this.

Ye Hypocrites, are these your pranks To murder men and gie God thanks Desist for shame, proceed no further God won't accept your thanks for murder.

The upright, honest-hearted man Who strives to do the best he can, Need never fear the church's ban Or hell's damnation.

Pleasures are like poppies spread: You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed.

All my fears and cares are of this world; if there is another, an honest man has nothing to fear from it.

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