Mankind Is An Unco Squad And Muckle

An Atheist's Laugh 's A Poor Exchange For Deity Offended!

Your Lines, I Maintain It, Are Poetry, And Good Poetry.... Friendship... Had I Been So Blest As To Have Met With You In Time, Might Have Led Me - God Of Love Only Knows Where.

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

Ilk Cowslip Cup Shall Kep A Tear.

Even Thou Who Mournst The Daisy's Fate, That Fate Is Thine--no Distant Date; Stern Ruin's Ploughshare Drives, Elate, Full On Thy Bloom, Till Crushed Beneath The Furrow's Weight Shall Be Thy Doom!