The 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.
Gin a body meet a body Coming thro' the rye, Gin a body kiss a body— Need a body cry?
The best-laid plans of mice and men often go awry.
O, wad some Power the giftie gie us To see oursels as others see us! It wad frae monie a blunder free us, An' foolish notion.
Painters and poets have liberty to lie.
Love's first snow-drop, virgin kiss.