Some Hae Meat And Canna Eat, And

But Mousie, Thou Art No Thy Lane In Proving Foresight May Be Vain The Best-laid Schemes O' Mice An' Men Gang Aft Agley An' Lea'e Us Nought But Grief An' Pain For Promis'd Joy!

The Trout In Yonder Wimpling Burn - That Glides, A Silver Dart, - And, Safe Beneath The Shady Thorn, - Defies The Anglers Art.

Good Lord, What Is Man! For As Simple He Looks, Do But Try To Develop His Books And His Crooks, With His Depths And His Shallows, His Good And His Evil, All In All, He's A Problem Must Puzzle The Devil.

Nae Man Can Tether Time Or Tide; The Hour Approachestam Maun Ride; That Hour, O'night's Black Arch The Key-stane, That Dreary Hourtam Mounts His Beast In.

Why Has A Religious Turn Of Mind Always A Tendency To Narrow And Harden The Heart?