But to see her was to love her, Love but her, and love forever.

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

My dear, my native soil! For whom my warmest wish to Heav'n is sent, Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil Be blest with health, and peace, and sweet content!

A women can make an average man great, and a great man average.

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

Look abroad through Nature's range, Nature's mighty law is change.

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