Frases de Robert Burns

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“The heart benevolent and kind
The most resembles God.”

“Misled by fancy's meteor ray,
By passion driven;
But yet the light that led astray
Was light from heaven.”

“Inspiring bold John Barleycorn!
What dangers thou canst make us scorn!
Wi' tippenny, we fear nae evil;
Wi' usquabae, we'll face the devil!”

“Ah, gentle dames! it gars me greet
To think how monie counsels sweet,
How monie lengthened, sage advices,
The husband frae the wife despises!”

“Nae man can tether time or tide.”

“His lockèd, lettered, braw brass collar
Showed him the gentleman an' scholar.”

“John Anderson, my jo, John,
When we were first acquent,
Your locks were like the raven,
Your bonie brow was brent;
But now your brow is beld, John,
Your locks are like the snaw,
But blessings on your frosty pow,
John Anderson, my jo!”

“An' there began a lang digression
About the lords o' the creation.”

“The rank is but the guinea's stamp,
The man's the gowd for a' that.
For a' that an a' that.”

“The fear o' hell 's a hangman's whip
To haud the wretch in order;
But where ye feel your honour grip,
Let that aye be your border.”

“T is sweeter for thee despairing
Than aught in the world beside,—Jessy!”

“It was a' for our rightfu' King
We left fair Scotland's strand.”

“Chords that vibrate sweetest pleasure
Thrill the deepest notes of woe.”

“If there's another world, he lives in bliss;
If there is none, he made the best of this.”

“Here lies Boghead amang the dead
In hopes to get salvation;
But if such as he in Heav'n may be,
Then welcome, hail! damnation. ”

“Wee, sleekit, cow'rin, tim'rous beastie,
O, what a panic's in thy breastie!
Thou need na start awa sae hasty,
Wi' bickering brattle!”

“Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to min?'
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And days o' auld lang syne?”

“O, wad some Power the giftie gie us
To see oursels as others see us!
It wad frae monie a blunder free us,
An' foolish notion.
What airs in dress an' gait wad lea'e us
An' ev'n Devotion”

“To see her is to love her,
And love but her forever;
For Nature made her what she is,
And never made anither!”

“Ah, Tam! Ah! Tam! Thou'll get thy fairin!
In hell they'll roast you like a herrin!”

“Some books are lies frae end to end.”

“Ye're aiblins nae temptation.”

“O, my luve’s like a red, red rose, That’s newly sprung in June.”