Great Throughts Treasury

"Whistle, and I'll come to you, my lad."

"Wi' merry sangs, an' friendly cracks, I wat they did na weary; and unco tales, an' funnie jokes, their sports were cheap an' cheary: till buttr'd So'ns, wi' fragrant lunt, set a' their gabs a steerin; syne, wi' a social glass o' strunt, they parted aff careerin fu' blythe that night."

"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! Thou'll break my heart, thou warbling bird, that wantons thro' the flowering thorn! Thou minds me o' departed joys, departed never to return."

"Ye see yon birkie, ca'd a lord,wha struts, an' stares, an' a' that;tho' hundreds worship at his word, he's but a coof for a' that: for a' that, an' a' that, his ribband, star, an' a' that: the man o' independent mind he looks an' laughs at a' that. A prince can mak a belted knight, a marquis, duke, an' a' that; but an honest man's abon his might, gGude faith, he maunna fa' that! For a' that, an' a' that, their dignities an' a' that; the pith o' sense, an' pride o' worth, are higher rank than a' that. Then let us pray that come it may, (As come it will for a' that,) that Sense and Worth, o'er a' the earth, shall bear the gree, an' a' that. For a' that, an' a' that, it's coming yet for a' that, that Man to Man, the world o'er, shall brothers be for a' that."

"Ye're aiblins nae temptation."

"Yon rose-buds in the morning-dew, How pure amang the leaves sae green!"