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• Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening gale.
  -- Robert Burns (1759-1796) -- The Cotter's Saturday Nigh...
• Gars auld claes look amaist as weel 's the new.
  -- Robert Burns (1759-1796) -- The Cotter's Saturday Nigh...
• Perhaps Dundee's wild-warbling measures rise, Or plaintive Martyrs, worthy of the name.
  -- Robert Burns (1759-1796) -- The Cotter's Saturday Nigh...
• From scenes like these old Scotia's grandeur springs, That makes her loved at home, revered abroad
  Princes and lords are but the breath of kings, "An honest man 's the noblest work of God....
• The Bible says that woman was the last thing God made.
  Evidently He made her on Saturday night. She reveals his fatigue. -- Duma...
• I don't care how much a man talks, if he only says it in.
• The late Mr. Lupner was born without a spine." "No wonder he has the posture of a boiled shrimp!
  -- Saturday Night Live...
• Liberty 's in every blow! Let us do or die. -- Robert Burns (1759-1796) -- Bannockbu
• And God said: "Let there be cats!" and He was promptly ignored.