Liberty's in every blow! Let us do or die.
The heart that is generous and kind most resembles God.
But Mousie, thou art no thy lane In proving foresight may be vain The best-laid schemes o' mice an' men Gang aft agley An' lea'e us nought but grief an' pain For promis'd joy!
There is no such uncertainty as a sure thing.
But to see her was to love her, Love but her, and love forever.
All-cheering Plenty, with her flowing horn, Led yellow Autumn, wreath'd with nodding corn.