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• I waive the quantum o' the sin, The hazard of concealing
  But, och! it hardens a' within, And petrifies the feeling!...
• An atheist's laugh 's a poor exchange For Deity offended!
  -- Robert Burns (1759-1796) -- Epistle to a Young Friend...
• And may you better reck the rede, Than ever did the adviser!
  -- Robert Burns (1759-1796) -- Epistle to a Young Friend...
• Perhaps it may turn out a sang, Perhaps turn out a sermon.
  -- Robert Burns (1759-1796) -- Epistle to a Young Friend...
• If there 's a hole in a' your coats, I rede ye tent i
  A chiel 's amang ye takin' notes, And, faith, he 'll prent it....
• O Life! how pleasant is thy morning, Young Fancy's rays the hills adorning!
  Cold-pausing Caution's lesson scorning, We frisk away, Like schoolboys at th' expected warning, To joy and play....
• Ye banks and braes o' bonny Doon, How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair?
  How can ye chant, ye little birds, And I sae weary fu' o' care?...
• Ye little stars! hide your diminish'd rays.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Moral Essays, Epistle iii, Line 282...
• Bart: You twisted old monster! [runs at him
  Burns pulls back his lapel and shows a gun] Bu...