God knows, I'm not the thing I should be, Nor am I even the thing I could be, But twenty times I rather would be An atheist clean, Than under gospel colours hid be Just for a screen.

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

My heart 's in the Highlands, my heart is not here; My heart 's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer.

I want someone to laugh with me, someone to be grave with me, someone to please me and help my discrimination with his or her own remark, and at times, no doubt, to admire my acuteness and penetration.

The landlord's laugh was ready chorus.

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

Suspense is worst than disappointment.