Suspense Is Worst Than Disappointment.

For Gold The Merchant Ploughs The Main, The Farmer Ploughs The Manor.

I Love Drinking Now And Then. It Defecates The Standing Pool Of Thought. A Man Perpetually In The Paroxysm And Fears Of Inebriety Is Like A Half-drowned Stupid Wretch Condemned To Labor Unceasingly In Water; But A Now-and-then Tribute To Bacchus Is Like The Cold Bath, Bracing And Invigorating.

Such Is The Fate Of Simple Bard, On Life's Rough Ocean Luckless Starr'd

It 's Guid To Be Merry And Wise, It 's Guid To Be Honest And True, It 's Guid To Support Caledonia's Cause, And Bide By The Buff And The Blue.

The Best-laid Plans Of Mice And Men Often Go Awry.