My Son, these maxims make a rule An lump them ay thegither: The Rigid Righteous is a fool, The Rigid Wise anither.
Learn taciturnity and let that be your motto!
A women can make an average man great, and a great man average.
Morality, thou deadly bane, Thy tens o' thousands thou hast slain! Vain is his hope, whose stay an' trust is In moral mercy, truth, and justice!
Wee, sleekit, cowrin, tim'rous beastie, O, what a panic's in thy breastie!
God knows, I'm no the thing I should be, Nor am I even the thing I could be.