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

“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:”

“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!”

“My love is like a red, red rose That's newly sprung in June: My love is like the melody That's sweetly played in tune. How fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in love am I; And I will love thee still, my dear, Till all the seas gang dry. Till all the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt with the sun;I will love thee still, my dear, While the sands of life shall run. And fare thee weel, my only love. And fare thee weel awhile! And I will come again, my love, Though it were ten thousand mile.”

“Wee, sleekit, cowrin, tim'rous beastie,O, what a panic's in thy breastie! ”

“O wad some Power the giftie gie usTo see oursels as ithers see us!”