“But little Mouse, you are not alone,In proving foresight may be vain:The best laid schemes of mice and menGo often askew,And leave us nothing but grief and pain,For promised joy!Still you are blest, compared with me!”

“In proving foresight may be vain:The best-laid schemes o' mice an' menGang aft agley,An' lea'e us nought but grief an' pain,For promis'd joy!”

“The best-laid schemes o' mice an' menGang aft agley,An' lea'e us naught but grief an' painFor promised joy!Still thou art blest, compared wi' me!The present only toucheth thee:”

“The best laid schemes o' mice an' men gang aft agley.”

“Then gently scan your brotherman,still gentler sister woman, though they may ganga kennin wrang, to step aside is human”

“By Oppression's woes and pains!By your sons in servile chains!We will drain our dearest veins,But they shall be free! Lay the proud usurpers low!Tyrants fall in every foe!Liberty's in every blow!Let us do or die!”

“Not the bee upon the blossom,In the pride o' sunny noon;Not the little sporting fairy,All beneath the simmer moon;Not the poet, in the momentFancy lightens in his e'e,Kens the pleasure, feels the rapture,That thy presence gi'es to me.”