Morality, 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!

My heart is sair-I dare na tell, My heart is sair for Somebody.

Nursing her wrath to keep it warm.--Robert Burns

His locked, lettered, braw brass collar, Shewed him the gentleman and scholar.

Gin a body meet a body Coming thro' the rye, Gin a body kiss a body— Need a body cry?

As Tammie glow'red, amazed and curious, The mirth and fun grew fast and furious.

Love's first snow-drop, virgin kiss.