Ambition is a meteor-gleam; Fame a restless airy dream; Pleasures, insects on the wing Round Peace, th' tend rest flow'r of spring.
Robert BurnsBut to see her was to love her, Love but her, and love forever. Had we never lou'd sae kindly, Had we never lou'd sae blindly, Never met - or never parted - We had ne'er been broken hearted
Robert BurnsTheir sighing, canting, grace-proud faces, their three-mile prayers, and half-mile graces.
Robert Burns