The Lightly-jumping, Glowrin' Trouts, That Thro' My

See Social-life And Glee Sit Down, All Joyous And Unthinking, Till, Quite Transmugrified, They're Grown Debauchery And Drinking

What's Done We Partly May Compute, But Know Not What's Resisted.

The Best-laid Plans Of Mice And Men Often Go Awry.

The Best Laid Plans Take 40 Years To Complete.

O Scotia! My Dear, My Native Soil! For Whom My Warmest Wish To Heaven Is Sent