Affliction's sons are brothers in distress; A brother to relieve, how exquisite the bliss!
Robert BurnsThe fear o' hell's a hangman's whip To haud the wretch in order; But where ye feel your honour grip, Let that aye be your border.
Robert BurnsAffliction's sons are brothers in distress; A brother to relieve, how exquisite the bliss!
Robert BurnsThe fear o' hell's a hangman's whip To haud the wretch in order; But where ye feel your honour grip, Let that aye be your border.
Robert Burns