Kings May Be Blest, But

Misled By Fancy's Meteor Ray, By Passion Driven; But Yet The Light That Led Astray Was Light From Heaven.

God Knows, I'm No The Thing I Should Be, Nor Am I Even The Thing I Could Be.

Nursing Her Wrath To Keep It Warm.--robert Burns

What's A' Your Jargon O' Your Schools, Your Latin Names For Horns And Stools; If Honest Nature Made You Fools.

When Chill November's Surly Blast Made Fields And Forests Bare.