But Facts Are Chiels That Winna Ding,

O Scotia! My Dear, My Native Soil! For Whom My Warmest Wish To Heaven Is Sent

A Eunuch Is A Man Who Has Had His Work Cut Out For Him.

Again Rejoicing Nature Sees Her Robe Assume Its Vernal Hues Her Leafy Locks Wave In The Breeze, All Freshly Steep'd In The Morning Dews.

Painters And Poets Have Liberty To Lie.

Who Made The Heart, 'tis He Alone Decidedly Can Try Us