Commend me to sterling honesty though clad in rags.

He turn'd his charger as he spake, Upon the river shore, He gave his bridle reins a shake, Said, "Adieu for evermore, my love, And adieu for evermore."

I will tear this folly from my heart, though every fibre bleed as I rend it away!

For success, attitude is equally as important as ability.

Good wine needs neither bush nor preface to make it welcome. And they drank the red wine through the helmet barr'd.

Call it not vain: they do not err Who say that when the poet dies Mute Nature mourns her worshipper, And celebrates his obsequies.

I was born a Scotsman and a bare one. Therefore I was born to fight my way in the world.