O, wad some Power the giftie gie us To see oursels as others see us! It wad frae monie a blunder free us, An' foolish notion.
Prudent, cautious self-control is wisdom's root.
All-cheering Plenty, with her flowing horn, Led yellow Autumn, wreath'd with nodding corn.
Now a' is done that men can do, And a' is done in vain.
The best-laid plans of mice and men often go awry.
God knows, I'm not the thing I should be, Nor am I even the thing I could be, But twenty times I rather would be An atheist clean, Than under gospel colours hid be Just for a screen.