If there's another world, he lives in bliss; if there is none, he made the best of this.
Robert BurnsAffliction's sons are brothers in distress; A brother to relieve, how exquisite the bliss!
Robert BurnsMy love is like a red, red rose That's newly sprung in June: My love is like the melody That's sweetly played in tune. How fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in love am I; And I will love thee still, my dear, Till all the seas gang dry. Till all the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt with the sun; I will love thee still, my dear, While the sands of life shall run. And fare thee weel, my only love. And fare thee weel awhile! And I will come again, my love, Though it were ten thousand mile.
Robert Burns