And like a passing thought, she fled In light away.
The landlord's laugh was ready chorus.
In durance vile 1here must I wake and weep, And all my frowsy couch in sorrow steep.
Good Lord, what is man! for as simple he looks, Do but try to develop his books and his crooks, With his depths and his shallows, his good and his evil, All in all, he's a problem must puzzle the devil.
Some wee short hour ayont the twal.
I pick my favourite quotations and store them in my mind as ready armour, offensive or defensive, amid the struggle of this turbulent existence.