In man's most dark extremity Oft succour dawns from Heaven.
Commend me to sterling honesty though clad in rags.
Adversity is, to me at least, a tonic and a bracer.
Hope is brightest when it dawns from fears.
Jock, when ye hae naething else to do, ye may be aye sticking in a tree; it will be growing, Jock, when ye 're sleeping.
For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war, Was to wed the fair Ellen of Lochinvar.