Beauty's Of A Fading Nature. Has A

Mankind Is An Unco Squad And Muckle He May Grieve Thee.

My Love Is Like A Red, Red Rose That's Newly Sprung In June: My Love Is Like The Melody That's Sweetly Played In Tune. How Fair Art Thou, My Bonnie Lass, So Deep In Love Am I; And I Will Love Thee Still, My Dear, Till All The Seas Gang Dry. Till All The Seas Gang Dry, My Dear, And The Rocks Melt With The Sun; I Will Love Thee Still, My Dear, While The Sands Of Life Shall Run. And Fare Thee Weel, My Only Love. And Fare Thee Weel Awhile! And I Will Come Again, My Love, Though It Were Ten Thousand Mile.

Yon Rosebuds In The Morning-dew, How Pure Amang The Leaves Sae Green!

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.

Great For Good, Or Great For Evil.