Your lines, I maintain it, are poetry, and good poetry.... Friendship... had I been so blest as to have met with you in time, might have led me - God of love only knows where.

His locked, lettered, braw brass collar, Shewed him the gentleman and scholar.

I have a hundred times wished that one could resign life as an officer resigns a commission.

The best laid schemes o' mice an' men gang aft agley.

From scenes like these old Scotia's grandeur springs, That makes her loved at home, revered abroad: Princes and lords are but the breath of kings, "An honest man 's the noblest work of God."

All my fears and cares are of this world; if there is another, an honest man has nothing to fear from it.

The trout in yonder wimpling burn - That glides, a silver dart, - And, safe beneath the shady thorn, - Defies the anglers art.