Robert Burns

In durance vile here must I wake and weep,
And all my frowsy couch in sorrow steep.

In durance vile here must I wake and weep,
And all my frowsy couch in sorrow steep.

Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening gale.
from the poem
The Cotter’s Saturday Night.

Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening gale.
from the poem
The Cotter’s Saturday Night.

There is no such uncertainty as a sure thing.

There is no such uncertainty as a sure thing.

A prince can mak a belted knight,
A marquis, duke, and a' that;
But an honest man's read more

A prince can mak a belted knight,
A marquis, duke, and a' that;
But an honest man's aboon his might:
Guid faith, he maunna fa' that.

But to see her was to love her, Love but her, and love forever.

But to see her was to love her, Love but her, and love forever.