All-cheering Plenty, with her flowing horn, Led yellow Autumn, wreath'd with nodding corn.
Robert BurnsMorality, thou deadly bane, Thy tens o' thousands thou hast slain! Vain is his hope, whose stay an' trust is In moral mercy, truth, and justice!
Robert BurnsYe Hypocrites, are these your pranks To murder men and gie God thanks Desist for shame, proceed no further God won't accept your thanks for murder.
Robert Burns