Painters And Poets Have Liberty To Lie.

Dweller In Yon Dungeon Dark, Hangman Of Creation, Mark! Who In Widow Weeds Appears, Laden With Unhonoured Years, Noosing With Care A Bursting Purse, Baited With Many A Deadly Curse?

Who Made The Heart, 'tis He Alone Decidedly Can Try Us

The Best Laid Schemes O' Mice An' Men Gang Aft Agley.

Farewell, My Friends! Farewell, My Foes! My Peace With These, My Love With Those. The Bursting Tears My Heart Declare; Farewell, The Bonnie Banks Of Ayr.

The Voice Of Nature Loudly Cries,and Many A Message From The Skies,that Something In Us Never Dies.