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John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.

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Robert Burns. (1759–1796) (continued)
    And there began a lang digression
About the lords o’ the creation.
          The Twa Dogs.
    Oh wad some power the giftie gie us
To see oursel’s as others see us!
It wad frae monie a blunder free us,
And foolish notion.
          To a Louse.
    Then gently scan your brother man,
  Still gentler sister woman;
Though they may gang a kennin’ wrang,
  To step aside is human. 1
          Address to the Unco Guid.
    What ’s done we partly may compute,
  But know not what ’s resisted.
          Address to the Unco Guid.
    Stern Ruin’s ploughshare drives elate
  Full on thy bloom. 2
          To a Mountain Daisy.
    O life! thou art a galling load,
Along a rough, a weary road,
  To wretches such as I!
    Perhaps it may turn out a sang,
Perhaps turn out a sermon.
          Epistle to a Young Friend.
    I waive the quantum o’ the sin,
  The hazard of concealing;
But, och! it hardens a’ within,
  And petrifies the feeling!
          Epistle to a Young Friend.
    The fear o’ hell ’s a hangman’s whip
  To haud the wretch in order; 3
But where ye feel your honour grip,
  Let that aye be your border.
          Epistle to a Young Friend.
    An atheist’s laugh ’s a poor exchange
  For Deity offended!
          Epistle to a Young Friend.
    And may you better reck the rede, 4
  Than ever did the adviser!
          Epistle to a Young Friend.
Note 1.
See Pope, Quotation 113. [back]
Note 2.
See Young, Quotation 53. [back]
Note 3.
See Burton, Quotation 83. [back]
Note 4.
See Shakespeare, Hamlet, Quotation 43. [back]