Affliction's sons are brothers in distress; A brother to relieve, how exquisite the bliss!

When matters are desperate we must put on a desperate face.

I look on the opposite sex with something like the admiration with which I regard the starry sky on a frosty December night. I admire the beauty of the Creator's workmanship, I am charmed with the wild but graceful eccentricity of the motions, and then I wish both of them goodnight.

The best-laid schemes o' mice an' men, Gang aft a-gley, And leave us nought but grief and pain, For promised joy.

Dare to be honest and fear no labor.

Then gently scan your brother man, Still gentler sister woman; Though they may gang a kennin' wrang, To step aside is human.

All-cheering Plenty, with her flowing horn, Led yellow Autumn, wreath'd with nodding corn.