My Son, these maxims make a rule An lump them ay thegither: The Rigid Righteous is a fool, The Rigid Wise anither.

Prudent, cautious self-control is wisdom's root.

Mankind is a science that defies definitions.

Affliction's sons are brothers in distress; A brother to relieve, how exquisite the bliss!

All-cheering Plenty, with her flowing horn, Led yellow Autumn, wreath'd with nodding corn.

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

If there 's a hole in a' your coats, I rede ye tent it; A chiel 's amang ye takin' notes, And, faith, he 'll prent it.