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Liberty's In Every Blow! Let Us Do Or Die.

At Length His Lonely Cot Appears In View, Beneath The Shelter Of An Aged Tree; Th' Expectant Wee-things, Toddling, Stacher Thro' To Meet Their Dad, Wi' Flichterin Noise An' Glee.

The Trout In Yonder Wimpling Burn - That Glides, A Silver Dart, - And, Safe Beneath The Shady Thorn, - Defies The Anglers Art.

Pharmaceutical Projects Are Like Fresh Fruit - They Depreciate If They Are Not Tended To, And They Do Poorly If Sitting On The Shelf With Long Periods Of Inactivity.

Gars Auld Claes Look Amaist As Weel's The New.