Robert Burns
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"Robert Burns" (also known as "Robbie Burns",[ Robbie Burns Day is all about hurling haggis, singing songs and Scotch / National Post] "Rabbie Burns", "Scotland's favourite son", the "Ploughman Poet", "Robden of Solway Firth", the "Bard of Ayrshire" and in Scotland as "The Bard") was a Scottish people/Scottish poet and lyricist. He is widely regarded as the List of national poets/national poet of Scotland and is celebrated worldwide. He is the best known of the poets who have written in the Scots language, although much of his writing is also in English and a light Central Scots/Scots dialect, accessible to an audience beyond Scotland. He also wrote in standard English, and in these writings his political or civil commentary is often at its bluntest.

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Some have meat, and cannot eat, And some cannot eat that want it; But we have meat, and we can eat - And let the Lord be thanked.

O would some power the giftie gie us to see ourselves as others see us. (O would some power the gift to give us to see ourselves as others see us.)

Oh, my luve's like a red, red rose, That's newly sprung in June; Oh, my luve's like the melodie That's sweetly played in tune.

I pick my favourite quotations and store them in my mind as ready armour, offensive or defensive, amid the struggle of this turbulent existence.

There is no such uncertainty as a sure thing.

The best plans of men and mice often go awry.

Dare to be honest and fear no labor.

But to see her was to love her, Love but her, and love forever.

Gathering her brows like gathering storm, Nursing her wrath, to keep it warm.

Opera is where a guy gets stabbed in the back, and instead of dying, he sings.

She was one of the best principals I've ever had.

I have a hundred times wished that one could resign life as an officer resigns a commission.

If there is another world, he lives in bliss. If there is none, he made the best of this.

The best laid schemes o' Mice an' Men, Gang aft agley, An' lea'e us nought but grief an' pain, For promis'd joy! (The best laid schemes of Mice and Men oft go awry, And leave us nothing but grief and pain, For promised joy!)

Oh would some power the giftie gie us, to see ourselves as others see us.

When up they gat an' shook their lugs, Rejoic'd they werena MEN but DOGS.

What signifies the life o' man, An' 'twere na for the lasses O.