Now A' Is Done That

Go Fetch To Me A Pint O' Wine, An' Fill It In A Silver Tassie.

Suspicion Is A Heavy Armor And With Its Weight It Impedes More Than It Protects.

An Atheist's Laugh 's A Poor Exchange For Deity Offended!

Even Thou Who Mournst The Daisy's Fate, That Fate Is Thine--no Distant Date; Stern Ruin's Ploughshare Drives, Elate, Full On Thy Bloom, Till Crushed Beneath The Furrow's Weight Shall Be Thy Doom!

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