It Is Cruelty To Be Humane To

The Snowdrop And Primrose Our Woodlands Adorn, And Violets Bathe In The Wet O' The Morn.

The Rank Is But The Guinea's Stamp, The Man's The Gowd For A' That.

It's Hardly In A Body's Pow'r,to Keep, At Times, Frae Being Sour.

[scottish Songs] Are, I Own, Frequently Wild, & Unreduceable To The More Modern Rules; But On That Very Eccentricity, Perhaps, Depends A Great Part Of Their Effect.

A Mind That Is Conscious Of Its Integrity Scorns To Say More Than It Means To Perform.