Gin a body meet a body Coming thro' the rye, Gin a body kiss a body— Need a body cry?

The poor inhabitant below Was quick to learn and wise to know And keenly felt the friendly glow And softer flame; But thoughtless follies laid him low, And stain'd his name!

The heart that is generous and kind most resembles God.

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

Dweller in yon dungeon dark, Hangman of creation, mark! Who in widow weeds appears, Laden with unhonoured years, Noosing with care a bursting purse, Baited with many a deadly curse?

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

Then gently scan your brother man, Still gentler sister woman; Though they may gang a kennin' wrang, To step aside is human.