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John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.

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Robert Burns. (1759–1796) (continued)
 
4734
    Gars auld claes look amaist as weel ’s the new.
          The Cotter’s Saturday Night.
4735
    Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening gale.
          The Cotter’s Saturday Night.
4736
    He wales a portion with judicious care;
And “Let us worship God,” he says with solemn air.
          The Cotter’s Saturday Night.
4737
    Perhaps Dundee’s wild-warbling measures rise,
Or plaintive Martyrs, worthy of the name.
          The Cotter’s Saturday Night.
4738
    From scenes like these old Scotia’s grandeur springs,
  That makes her loved at home, revered abroad:
Princes and lords are but the breath of kings,
  ”An honest man ’s the noblest work of God.” 1
          The Cotter’s Saturday Night.
4739
    For a’ that, and a’ that,
And twice as muckle ’s a’ that.
          The Jolly Beggars.
4740
    O Life! how pleasant is thy morning,
Young Fancy’s rays the hills adorning!
Cold-pausing Caution’s lesson scorning,
        We frisk away,
Like schoolboys at th’ expected warning,
        To joy and play.
          Epistle to James Smith.
4741
    Misled by fancy’s meteor ray,
        By passion driven;
But yet the light that led astray
        Was light from heaven.
          The Vision.
4742
    And like a passing thought, she fled
        In light away.
          The Vision.
4743
    Affliction’s sons are brothers in distress;
A brother to relieve,—how exquisite the bliss!
          A Winter Night.
4744
    His locked, lettered, braw brass collar
Showed him the gentleman and scholar.
          The Twa Dogs.
 
Note 1.
See Fletcher, Quotation 3. [back]