My Heart Is Sair-i Dare

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

His Locked, Lettered, Braw Brass Collar, Shewed Him The Gentleman And Scholar.

Hope Springs Exulting On Triumphant Wing.

Good Lord, What Is Man! For As Simple He Looks, Do But Try To Develop His Books And His Crooks, With His Depths And His Shallows, His Good And His Evil, All In All, He's A Problem Must Puzzle The Devil.

To See Her Is To Love Her, And Love But Her Forever; For Nature Made Her What She Is, And Never Made Anither!