Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to min?

In durance vile 1here must I wake and weep, And all my frowsy couch in sorrow steep.

It 's guid to be merry and wise, It 's guid to be honest and true, It 's guid to support Caledonia's cause, And bide by the buff and the blue.

Ah, gentle dames! it gars me greet To think how monie counsels sweet, How monie lengthened sage advices, The husband frae the wife despises.

Why has a religious turn of mind always a tendency to narrow and harden the heart?

Life is but a day at most.

Wee, sleekit, cowrin, tim'rous beastie, O, what a panic's in thy breastie!