Suspicion is a heavy armor and with its weight it impedes more than it protects.

Some books are lies frae end to end.

Now a' is done that men can do, And a' is done in vain.

Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled, Scots, wham Bruce has aften led, Welcome to your gory bed, Or to victory! Now 's the day and now 's the hour; See the front o' battle lour.

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

I'm truly sorry man's dominion has broken Nature's social union.

Nursing her wrath to keep it warm.--Robert Burns