Each age has deemed the new-born year the fittest time for festal cheer.
Then hush thee, my darling, take rest while you may, For strife comes with manhood, and waking with day.
Affection can withstand very severe storms of vigor, but not a long polar frost of indifference.
Where is the coward that would not dare to fight for such a land as Scotland?
Just at the age 'twixt boy and youth, When thought is speech, and speech is truth.
Covetousness bursts the sack and spills the grain.