Now simmer blinks on flowery braes, And o'er the crystal streamlet plays.
Wee, sleekit, cowrin, tim'rous beastie, O, what a panic's in thy breastie!
And like a passing thought, she fled In light away.
Dare to be honest and fear no labor. ... Opera is where a man gets stabbed in the back, and instead of dying, he sings.
Look abroad through Nature's range, Nature's mighty law is change.
Life is but a day at most.