Sir Walter Scott

Ah, County Guy, the hour is nigh,
The sun has left the lea,
The orange flower perfumes read more

Ah, County Guy, the hour is nigh,
The sun has left the lea,
The orange flower perfumes the bower,
The breeze is on the sea.

Busily engaged in doing nothing. [A squirrel in a cage.]

Busily engaged in doing nothing. [A squirrel in a cage.]

There are as good fish in the sea as ever came out of it.

There are as good fish in the sea as ever came out of it.

Death falls heavily on that man who, known too well to others,
dies in ignorance of himself.

Death falls heavily on that man who, known too well to others,
dies in ignorance of himself.

Vengeance to God alone belongs;
But, when I think of all my wrongs
My blood is liquid read more

Vengeance to God alone belongs;
But, when I think of all my wrongs
My blood is liquid flame!