Liberty's in every blow! Let us do or die.
Suspense is worst than disappointment.
There is no such uncertainty as a sure thing.
All-cheering Plenty, with her flowing horn, Led yellow Autumn, wreath'd with nodding corn.
Not the bee upon the blossom, In the pride o' sunny noon; Not the little sporting fairy, All beneath the simmer moon; Not the poet, in the moment Fancy lightens in his e'e, Kens the pleasure, feels the rapture, That thy presence gi'es to me.
Nae man can tether time or tide; The hour approachesTam maun ride; That hour, o'night's black arch the key-stane, That dreary hourTam mounts his beast in.