Wee, sleekit, cowrin, tim'rous beastie, O, what a panic's in thy breastie!
Nature's law, That man was made to mourn. Man's inhumanity to man Makes countless thousands mourn! O Death, the poor man's dearest friend, The kindest and the best!
The best laid plans take 40 years to complete.
They never sought in vain that sought the Lord alright!
There is no such uncertainty as a sure thing.
God knows, I'm not the thing I should be, Nor am I even the thing I could be, But twenty times I rather would be An atheist clean, Than under gospel colours hid be Just for a screen.